When they say it to the world,
it remains to be seen, what transpires out of it
They went to the world, built a fort around it,
took up the chain, forced up the sky
Seldom do they calm, fathoms of tear and rolling eyes,
soul comes to the fore, the story seems to be believed
So, when they say, love comes not but dignifies
So should they believe, the cry of laughter and the sounds of moan,
gives a far of distant hope, to achieve and to try
What cometh, that goeth ...
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