I can see the ocean swaying with your mind
Sometimes sad, and other glad, what do you hide?
A meager horse, a rusty box, so what is bright?
Your soul is not your enemy, don’t you start a fight
Rework upon your thoughts, the sun will kill the night
That devil is weak and fake, you heart is pure and kind
Destroy the desperate mirage, plant the first rose.
And the garden will be will be wide
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