The pure beauty of soul and thought
Rests upon the lips of the night
The weeping love of nature
Pours from the breast of mother
The silent wisdom of time sheds
The hot blood ofrejoicing
And the flower of loneliness blossoms
Before the spring of life's coming
However, the river of tears overflows
When theclouds of dreamsbreak shackles
And the pains of heart yield in the thirsty words
For the lively kiss of books
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