I am taking my birth
In sorrow and in pain.
I am taking my birth
In winter, in spring as well.
I am taking my birth
On this day and at this moment.
I am taking my birth
In each drop of rain here
Under this sky.
But where am I,
Search me out
In my death.
I am dying here
In my very birth.
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