People always are complaining
"It's raining"
And they are jelous
More or less carless
Hiding their big sins
They don't see any chance to win
Everyone's trying
Not to let their heart dying
But they don't always can
Hear beatting like a Big Ben
Sometmes we think
That our life is ending
We can't feel anything
We don't see what we're doing
We stop seeing
Anything
So people
Let me show you how deeper
You can look
To see a page of The Endless Book
It's what hope
Looks
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