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Me and sorrow
We are companions
We spent our lives
In joy
I made sorrow
Not weep
I made it rejoice like me
I wove happiness when
My field wept
For the jasmine
And the grass said in anger:
Won't you grieve with the field
And you are the branch
And the leaves
You are the flower for the bees?
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So, I said:
Life is but hours
that pass,
that hasten,
that flow
Shall I spend them in bitter, painful weeping...
...bitter,
So, know
that life in the universe
Is ended by the flames of oppression
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