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Donâ€™t stab with distrust my words
Because it will blench blood
Which gonna hurt us both alike,
Come close to them like in a dream,
But more you should stick your soul to them.
Then the rivers will flow through you,
You will feel how the gardens of childhood turn green,
A breeze will spread all the dark clouds of years
Revealing a Sun of origins,
And your smile will charm people like a song.
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