When the dark shadow of cloud darken thy life;
Listen to the drop of life:
Which holds in every dot of thy thoughts,
Thee can hear the music of hope;
Thee can feel the breeze which kisses thou,
And light up in the darkness of this life.
Mere being a sorrowful,
And let thy sorrow drown thee:
Float in the tears of thy own;
And find the shore of light:
To be in the bright
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