-to impress our identity
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-speed matters not in journeys
-dust rises covering destinations on slowing down
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-today the cup of patience is overflow
-when the old wound is to heal
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--open the pages of diary to check
-what sorrows are planned for me
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-suddenly I stopped for a reason there
-a sift voice echoed near by then
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-when was love found in the world
-so I began loving the world itself
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-thankfully nobody was looking for me
-silent I remained hopelessly
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