Due to the madness of the Eyes, The Dreams are Forgotten
Due to the winds of the spring, Flowers are in the motion
Due to the memories of the past, Our Future is stolen
Due to the joys of the lark, the cactus is broken
Due to the mistakes of the strong, the weak are fallen
Due to the race of this world, the hearts are broken
Due to promises of the loving, the lovers are living
Due to stories of the loving, the lovers are living
Death may be certain or sometimes maybe cruel
But it may be nothing when it is accepted with the smiles
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