Fumbling Facts
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Joy is mystery
We show it when we sense
But cannot store
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Sorrow is no secret
We attempt to disclose it
But it appears
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Love is a melody
The heart sings it forever
Whithout listener
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Hate is wild music
The heart sings it forever
Alongwith listener
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