I seize the accomplishment
In front of your eyes;
My wearing of tears coincides
With laughter and the design.
Much of the cosmos reigns
In subtle regions, of the globe.
I see the tears of the weepers,
Undoing their souls for you.
May the eyes swell up,
With exhaustion and fatigue.
Sight of the cosmologies
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