May I

Listen to what brings the songs that one sings

The thoughts when unstringed

Makes more sense when

All is suspended in mid-air

With care he who sees

Believes more than he who hears

It's fair

Not all is

Regardless

Time will pass

And it seems to heal

He who feels

 

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