Chew every teardrops of the wind
Like a tender touch wild each grain and find
The honey comb alive that made you
Easy to live
A hay that crumbles filled the basket,
Known to lift the heart, tear down to purify
the soul than to die in
Pain as to bring life everlasting of mine
Love keeps going thou shall not mistake
Even rain cry in the middle of the eye of joy
Scatter of tears leaving behind where laughter
Of hope relieved of smile …
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