There is no sorrow without a fight.
There is no pain or victor sight
Along infinity one finds the end.
In the other way, I chase my fear.
Or else no challenge I 'd ever meet.
To make it last at least another year.
And keep me wide awake, though I'm asleep.
Lost in the meanderings and sufferings of my plight
I had to laugh aloud at the greatest twist of my very ode
As if to turn bright the gloom of the darkest night
It danced and played in joy the simplest part. It snowed.
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