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i went to the temple in the morning Walked in and sat down i closed my eyes bowed my head and brought my hands together towards my head opened my eyes and a flood of tears poured from them A man asked what was wrong i took a tear on my finger and tasted it i looked at him and said it was bitter sweet How so he asked Sweet because God gave me what i asked for Bitter because God gave me what i asked for i got up and walked away That was the last i saw of him That was the last i saw of me
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Poetry |
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