At Last
At last! The garden deep in your soul has blossom
Your adversaries will taunt you; it is gruesome
However you gained the upper hand my friend at last
Leave the past alone and move forward, life will cast
you a treasure that no hyperbole could measure
Silky green grass withers at the voice of the weather
I sent a post card, I know life has been hard
But love is free of charge, and hate is large
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