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In the early years of sorrow

Larks spread their wings

Far away! Descending from the sky

Like thunders, the memories of wasted time

A beam of light reflected in my deep

Indulgence, instead of abstinence

The way must be clear

A point of no return

I’m opening the gate of reality

I wait for my moment and in silence I observe

Recognizing the statement of all these things

Could be so hard, I need my time

After a long time without anything

You will discover human beings

For what they are in reality

Blinded by the real force to be

I’m opening the gate of reality

Like everything should be done