Suffice it to say
Wouldn't i hate
The world to spin
Without me
Every bird chirping
i can't hear
Is dead in the
Flower it nectors
Every tune disagreeable
Is but an airwave
I can too tune
Out
So if one cries
I know the law that
That tear too shall
Dry
Imposter tears
i will hate but it
Isn't tears past that
i care
We live in common error
While we know a world
Flood is but one dropp
At a time
It may be that the world
Can spin without me
But i can't tell you
Why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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