Like a flower gleams through the thorns, I will also smile, Cause after the first time, it hurts no more. Like a dauntless warrior, I will fight my battle, Cause I have already lost the war. And I will see her face In someone else's eyes; Like I have done so many times before. From light to light, as darkness unfolds, From dust unto dust, Thus, I will complete life's chore.
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