LIFE IS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER.

O soul, he that awakes during dawn,

Never seem in delighted moment.

Soul seeks you but never found.

When will you show your radiance

To the soul as a flower withered.

Soul waits for you, you dawn.

Where will you rise? East or west?

Soul seeks you but its always dusk.

I, soul waited at the east but not,

I, soul waited at the west but not.

Dusk wooed me, my heart is death.

Where is dawn whom my eyes seeks,

You never look upon me again.

I am weak as a brittled  bone. 

I am homely without your rays.

Restore my salvation which I need,

Save me for I am becoming dusk.

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