Weep no more. Grief is dark and wears on so wearily. Pressing the thorn of separation inward aggravates the fragile heart.
Fling the woes to the sky. Open your arms and sing to the sun. Let it cauterize the wounds and dispel the gloom of your pallor. Life's warm rays of friendships and promised love still await you.
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Weep no more. Grief is dark and wears on so wearily. Pressing the thorn of separation inward aggravates the fragile heart.
Fling the woes to the sky. Open your arms and sing to the sun. Let it cauterize the wounds and dispel the gloom of your pallor. Life's warm rays of friendships and promised love still await you.
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