The Song of Life β POEM ππ VΓ΅ Thα» NhΖ° Mai
If we knew spring would never return,
To strum its notes along our wandering path,
If we knew the journey would drift afar,
If eternity called with a sudden breath.
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If we knew spring would never return,
To strum its notes along our wandering path,
If we knew the journey would drift afar,
If eternity called with a sudden breath.