Each morning after its long night...I'm always awaken by a fright...Will the sun above smile at me?or the rainbow blindfold me?Hitting the age of mid thirties...I still love running around trees.But I know no joys without tearsNor has my heart escaped from fears...Why am i haunted by seperation?And put me in eternal depression?Won't roses grow along my path?Or just thorns to tear me apart?But not far from the madding crowd,A voice from somewhere assuring meThat even if the sun refuses to smile,The moon will do that for free.
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