In my little heart
I've so much grief,
Which keeps over
flowing like the
waves of the sea.
I've tried hard to
forget it and
get some relief.
How long can
I wait,
Days and nights,
turn like the pages,
And tumble down
like autumn leaves.
Whatever joy
comes it is only
in brief.
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