The day is heavy for us
When the dim moods are on
Each expectation of its nonplus
Till we’re lost in it and gone
The thorns on rose's side
Is what life sometimes wear
And in our dreams shall hide
To prick its wounds near
We cannot know the truth
If we don't follow our heart
For waves of unending youth
Shall be quite absent and apart
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