No more sorrow, all the tears have dried,
Like grains of sand that slip through fingers wide.
Time once again drifts us into the fall,
And birds take flight, responding to the call.
The bloom of summer, alas, cannot last,
Autumn follows close, a shadow cast.
Such is life: our joy is fleeting fast.
Do not lament; a new day will come past.
Regret not for anything that's gone,
Do not weep in vain by window opened,
Every moment bears a lesson true,
And year by year, a spring will burst anew.
No More Sorrow
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