Dead dreams do not always leave faces
Drying tears do not always weave traces
Do not scout for them
Dead fish will find their way
to the shore
Spent springs do not always bear laughter
Some stories do not survive thereafter
Do not cry for them
Dead fish will find their way
to the shore
Wild winds do not have an itinerary
Worn wings cannot have an itinerary
Do not wait for them
Dead fish will find their way
to the shore
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