How mayby Beautiful to be is sad?
To be is Lightly flying far as bird...
To be is flying distance,
And never tolerating sadness...
You are how as butterfly, traveling by sunshine,
You call me uncomplaining affectionately.
How as a women's felt hat,
You are bringing beauty for happiness.
Calmness will cover the calm,
You will draw a subsiding sea.
And the heart will stop whimpering
On the shore of quiet foothills.
The Beautiful
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