Poetry lets pain out and beauty in It draws in heaven, helps peace begin. When things go wrong and then get worse, I always turn my mind to verse. And whether true or all or in vain When loves strikes I rhyme again, My tears of joy, my tears of grief Find in words a sweet relief: When strong emotions must break free I let them run in poetry. David's master piece!　:D -- 开始於无邪 静止於纯洁 一夕之间下起你的雪.... --

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