As I stand, alone gazing at the rising sun Far from my inner self that burns I wonder, about those roads I have covered I question, what should I rediscover? The thoughts are hobnobbing in my mind Without even giving a space for me to find That which I have left far behind Nevertheless the thoughts still grind My soul is parched and dry This does not even allow me to cry As I think what else should I try? In this world, then at last I sigh In brief....... I should conquer my own grief Only then will I be bereaved The only chance to re-live..... So that when I stand alone again gazing at the rising sun I know which way to turn Grasping those duties which i had left undone Only then can I also be a bright su...
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