Why do I cry
At dawn of a day,
When the flowers bloom
In Pink and White shades;
Why do I cry
When all is well,
And the stage set
For a perfect play;
Why do I cry
Long after my act,
That is done
Without much hearsay;
I may be the victor
Beyond, all who despair,
“Come in peace, and go in peace”
Like the sweet fragrance will, whither.
At dawn of a day,
When the flowers bloom
In Pink and White shades;
Why do I cry
When all is well,
And the stage set
For a perfect play;
Why do I cry
Long after my act,
That is done
Without much hearsay;
I may be the victor
Beyond, all who despair,
“Come in peace, and go in peace”
Like the sweet fragrance will, whither.
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