Early in the morning my eye sees
Why we reached to the end.
I wounded all my knees
To have myself lent.
Sun reminds me of coming day,
Which I will spend recalling what didn't
happen.
This may seem a strange way,
But this is my heaven.
Among all people I met,
There was nobody to not make me upset.
I walk alone in this road,
Taking with me heavy load.
Knees
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