My first love
And my first success
To win over her
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Departure of a train and success of a station
Go, go away far
Never mind to stay more
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With the echoing thud
Of my falling failures
I make a tune
For the sweet songs
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Every ripple does not make a wave
Each wave does not reach the shore
Yet they are made and kept sending
The reason we are taught
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Kites play with birds and clouds
Delicate wishes get desired wings
He defeats failures with great hardships
And it seems he makes friendship with wind
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after the refusal of your urge to reciprocate
to your persuasion not to arouse you now
in frustration out of failure
you rush to a place
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