The solace of the graveyard
I know just as the sun
Like the moon know i
Stars know not in their glee glistening
Round cultural dance of planets
Mass travel of rain
Makes good illiteracy
Sadness of loneliness.
Tenths of lively field play
Hundreds of laughter
Thousands of ideas
Millions of blissful thoughts
Billions of love
Died before they mature
Sadness of loneliness.
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