A grief rolling over like a thunder Disillsion on disillusion in the end Good or evil, doom or survival Not for any cause of love's arrival And not carry any praise or blame Just take it like a playful game Not on hold a glass-like heart It won't bring out an overnight fame Worth waiting one thousand years For a staid rival of soul; as a soul Never has a mate, misunderstood Represent human's nature plus pride Be my rival! I will show you humble Shall we indulge in the intriguing gamble Untill the two souls get out of anguish Into the quiet grave no more languish
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