When I look at the dust
It reflects the hope, pain,
And happiness
Of the past; the hope that
Was compounded,
The pain that was lost and the
Happiness that was dissolved.
And today when I take the dust in my hand
It shows my life too
That will hope to be compounded,
The pain to be lost and
The happiness to be dissolved
In the dust,
Oh, my life! My heart is in great pain!
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