Come, I will show you the softness of the breeze
Come, I will let you feel the tenderness of the dew
Come, hear the silver tone of rustling leaves
Rush, as this all will vanish very soon
The years will pass in a blink of an eye
And you’ll regret for being around marvels for which you were blind
So come now, see the sun waving its goodbye
Turning dark waters into gold
Come now, contemplate the moon
That turns the same waters into silver
Look and tell me for once this life worths all the hustle
Come now and let’s ponder little miracles in peace
Come
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