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i know that love is what some seek,
like the beauty of sun rising to peek,
banners of yellow and rainbows of red,
your eyes are alive but your heart is dead,
we seek the one to make it thrive,
so our souls will be alive,
some may live and some may die,
my heart will break with a final sigh,
living through thoughs desprate years,
when i was drowned by my own tears,
my pain holds me as i sink,
caught in despare made me think,
how bad could my life possibly be?
others have it worse than me.
in my mind, my light would rise,
returning life to hollow eyes,
the tears of child hood, tears of pain,
cleansed me like an acid rain,
on order to remember, we must forget,
to carry on, we have to quit,
for differences are but the same,
carrying meanining but has no name.
gradually, we all will learn,
maybe alltogether or slowly in turn.
so things like this come to an end.
you know my tale, let yours begin