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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