Void
If it is that there is luck,
fortune, flower and boom,
tell how,
for then would be peace of mind,
if not the sense is just,
an adventure of vile,
the same thing last year seeken love,
ere case still is a calamity,
ere from a different angle,
the worst are such waves and night
mare sighs,
perhaps, it cannot be so unexamined.
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