Make your passions fit your pleasures;Open up your heart to daysThat offer you unwonted treasures,Happy with what hope betrays.Even without children, childrenRecognize your gentleness‘Ere they wander, errant pilgrimsSearching for their bit of bliss.Destiny is ever kind,Albeit driven by the wind.Yet yearning ends in emptiness.
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