Because of this god-forsaken poem, i cried.
Perhaps none of you will ever understand.
Perhaps only one will ever understand
Besides me, never to come beside once more.
For this poem i shed some tears;
What a waste? Oh, what a desolate waste!
I shall remember it, if only to forget it
Everyday of my future existence
Until i see them beside- once more.
Let not tears fall once more,
But a smile to light my years.
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