Whether wither whether blooms it has now faded
One spring worm roams the familiar gutters in wonder
Whether rain whether sunshine its face may cover
Magnanimous flames will always its heart burn
Whether senselessness or unkindness surrounds it
No martyrdoms or dirges are its prayer
Whether May or February circles his small existence
It shall always give faith in the One truth instead of his distance
One spring worm roams the familiar gutters in wonder
Whether rain whether sunshine its face may cover
Magnanimous flames will always its heart burn
Whether senselessness or unkindness surrounds it
No martyrdoms or dirges are its prayer
Whether May or February circles his small existence
It shall always give faith in the One truth instead of his distance
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