The Eyes Could Hear The Burning Flames ,
The Natural Gifts Are All A Crime.
Shouting Was I In The Deaf Ears,
Sting Me To Heaven Was My Cry.
The Fate Lost All Its Tears,
Extinct In Both, Made Me Walk.
I Can Be Alone,
And I Need No Sunshines,
This Is My Strength,
As It Set Many A Stars On Fire.
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