Keep doing what you do best
Let the rain become your crest
Cradle of will must be shine
You and I shall not fall
Soil might be wet
Sadness is all around
Rhyme with the songs from an ocean, bluish life
Might spark behind your tears and dark days
The sun is there
Above but for all
The seed of living joy
Shall live on the same journey of history
Learn the languages of human and their nature.
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