While counting my mounting sorrows
Someone knocked on my mind's door
Is it my charming lover melancholy?
Is it my probing friend named hope?
I would love to invite melancholy
And be lost in her soothing embrace
Yet I would like a glimpse of hope
Whom I haven’t seen in years
Like wisdom waiting in front of
The sacrificial chamber of beauty
I stood there without knowing
Who is more welcome
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