Up in the sky
Very very high
The moon goes on smiling.
...
A blue bird sings on
Songs of sorrow pouring notes
Of pain into hearts.
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Sitting on the chair,
The little baby fair
Tinkers with his hair,
Dreaming in morning's glare.
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Many a wound have I had;
Many a drop of blood have I bled;
Many a globule of tears have I shed;
An ocean of sorrow have thus been bred.
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A starter perhaps,
or the last one
to begin with,
or the beginning of
...
Yellow pens distort
Truth into bits of falsehood
And diffuse hatred.
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