ohh! Dear world
where and when would you end?
the daffodils is nothing compared to your beauty,
your beauty makes all the creatures in it whirl by,
The bird perches on the tree in the morning,
and another in the evening,
we sold our pride and cherry on the beauty of the world,
the beauty of the world makes us blind,
like a moving owl in the day,
your beaut makes us forget the next world,
when shall we regain our sight?
Janyau
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