As you are greater than the sunlight, you brighten up my days and make me shine.
Your transmutation of the unknown to norms is becoming to be too troublesome for me. I try to keep a leveled head and heart. Trying not to leap to an endless pit of doom.
As I am most incapable of staying straight-headed, I am saying to you (not directly though) that as you are indifferent, I am troubled and hopeless.
The rain will come with most haste to wash away this sad face.
With water cleaner that of the water that flow from the spring.
Colder than of the ice melted from the mountains.
It will cleanse my heart and my soul.
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