If you keep hope
Alive, you won't take dope
Out of depression, nope.
If you're a dove
Then surely love above
One sweet Sunday
Will fly every way
To give you the peace
That cures disease
And your beloved's eyes
Shall defy rainbow's disguise
In a void sky.
Our gowns of grace
Dissolves traits of disgrace
And our face shines as grease
On metal surface, our smiles stop
The ticking clock, our steps are rhythms
Of love, men pray our steps stop
At there door and cease there hearts rhythms
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