I hear of your happiness!
Well done! Truly,
Yet I cry, weep,
Not in jealousy of your
Achievements!
But that he get to be there,
Not me!
To share it,
Not me!
To celebrate!
Rejoice!
Reward?
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
I hear of your happiness!
Well done! Truly,
Yet I cry, weep,
Not in jealousy of your
Achievements!
But that he get to be there,
Not me!
To share it,
Not me!
To celebrate!
Rejoice!
Reward?
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