Pain
Pain is like rain, though painful it is yet gainful.
For pain's sake we are abused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.
Pain is rain, for it touches all men free or in chains.
No pain, no gain, for nothing good comes easy.
In pain one feels dizzy with desire, passion and frenzy.
Pain keeps both the rich and the poor busy.
Pain is gain, it's a stain which disappears with time.
Although not all pain is gain,
All rain is gain and pain is rain.
After rain comes sun,
After dark comes dawn,
After pain comes gain.
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