The least leads to the last
giving up after do the best
The best leads to the last
terminal access of efforts...
After winter there is spring
after happiness there is sadness
after goodbye there is hello
The circle turns on the same dot
repeating itself to equal spot
breathing the same air
remember only the same face
I want the sky changes its color
earth turns in new rotation
so I can bury the old face
in a starry quite wonderful night...
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