If it is to melt like a burning candle
A lover that never accepted
Why so much heart
God has created
If it is to fall like eroded bank
A good cropland
Why so much of toil
To till the soil
If it is to end falling in the wind
The leaves green
Why the trees need to be green
In every emotional spring
If cannot be confined in bounds
The heart of love abound
Why so much boundaries
Created to make the soul vagaries
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