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On the shelf it’s all in folder

But chaos in myself

Put emotions in a folder

To enrich my inner wealth

Explore, arrange, organize

Are the moves I should make

Only then comes array

Before it’s all blank

It’s such a simple, ordinary thing

As well the rest of the rank

And bruises can be healen

It’s simply matter of time

Time – universal cure

For the lots once we drew

Take the sorrow from the underground

Throw it back, no place for lack