As free as the poetry
Within the boarders of speech
These years will pass
Just skipping roles
Distant chime and the birds
Will bring back the memory
And you will wipe away
Every tear from my eyes
And you will cry for me
With every tear in your eyes
And all our attainments are losses
And everything we build will collapse
And every engagement is a divorce
And who ever will be born
Will die
When joy comes through tears
But hate comes through love
With a sore heart
So far so good
Till midpoint
I'll have a long way to go

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