That many of
them go out of sight,
I lament for
them,
But
immediately I can not recall the same.
They may
accuse me,
But I don't
want to flee,
Nothing in
this world is trivial,
Everything
is somehow essential.
I appeal to
them to forgive me
And
encourage me with glee;
I must find
out them patiently and cautiously
And depict them distinctly.
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