When you have wept
the last of waterfalls,
And your eyes are painful,
but dry & clean,
When you have cried
the drops of rainfalls,
And you have wrapped
yourself in streams,
When you feel the world´s
rivers go flowing,
And in your blue veins,
your blood does run,
When your words of
woe, go waft & blowing,
And upon winsome winds,
fly to golden sun,
When on ocean tides,
your sadness floats away,
And in brooks &
rivers, you drown all sorrows,
When you let all flow,
to start a brand new day,
And that is when, you´ll
begin a new tomorrow.
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