Goodbye to your sorrows,
But greetings to your tomorrows;
I find the sadness as simple as me,
Please choose the words in memory.
This beautiful living shall keep a tone,
I created the feeling when I was alone.
Hear the voice of an abler man less,
Until the immortal tongue can express.
Weep not in this land of murder,
I crossed the street to a bookbinder;
The borders betray nobody,
Inside the tone that was alone abruptly.
Absurd and alone, the memory of me
Shook the boundaries of ability.
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