Once you smile
The world smile at you with cunning
When you cry
No one does so with you
The cantle towards sea is no longer alive-but
Someone can change and light up the cantle in safe hands
Take your sword and hew those who
Never befriend you-and
Throw your roses of grinning to their graveyard
You perhaps walk under the glooming sky
Push yourself for a couple of miles-then
There is a greenish valley for you-and
You will see the heap of nettlesome words being used to hurt you
Those will implore you to forgive
Walk with a pride shoulder
Thousands of Lullabies will be sung for your tranquil sleep
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