do i have to write about the pain?
about that grievous trouble?
that tribulation, the misfortune?
were the road is leading me
no i will not, but i will about hope
for i will recover; that, i desire
there is no such thing as forever pain
for life is a cycle, it circles round
like a train, it may stop every station
and susceptibilities are in all sort
as we go along with our drive
here, in this cycle of life
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