Drop after drop, sigh after sigh for all eternity. Who can stand this and who can help this?
Your load is a suffering that makes you sing. And in your heart, this will be because of so much crying.
Madness is guessed in your voice, and it is the pure hope that broke your wings and then started to walk. There is no time, no moment left, since from here we continue until we find the end: The Litany of Complaints.
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Mystic Healing Art
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