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Lament (In an internal place)
Oh place your hand where your heart beats
There is more there
Than can be
Ascertained
In one
Conversation
Oh why does the world spill itself out with blood and tears
There are more trees
In the forest
Than can be
Counted
On both hands
Oh does not the bell penetrate the silence with joy
There is more
We can do
If only we would
Close mouth
And listen
Oh does not the Earth understand that we are but children in
understanding
There is more
I am sorry
There is more
I am sorry
There is more
Oh place your hand where your heart beats and beats and beats
and beats
 
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