Shall Pass

I delighted myself with the landscape

But it already passed by

Night fell and the sun

Doesn't even think about

Coming back tomorrow

A sorrow prayer

Makes the world shudder

But each own

Have their own little prayer to do

I had a nightmare

Of a darken storm, but

the day arose and the

Pandora's box has been open

Insi[ght]de  there

There were halves of

Of sadness and joys

My days, my temps

And letters about what has gone

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