If you do now your heart unlock I promise in the future
I will knock
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As a sword has the illusion it slices the sun's beams
so do the unforgiving have the illusion they have been harmed.
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Melt away now Valjean's pursuers,
who had chased him through Parisian sewers
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Two branches of the same river of God approach
a cliff. Rocks cause the foes each other diametrically to oppose. As they roar over its side, unhurt they emerge as one,
some drops rising as mist to bless riparian trees.
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I will kn ock.. is to Todd J
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem