Sometimes I forget the very smile on my bro’s face
Even the music in the rain drops
That disturb the dancing petals in the wind
The whispers of silence to solitude
The very beat of love
In faith and fate
And all the lovely things
I could still wish and appreciate
Somehow I forget to get sick
And forget all that one could
Or could not forget
And all this happens
When I just try to remember
Why I am living?
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