If I can't do
The world on its best
Shall remain the shadow of me

My walks hidden
With tear drops
Without hand to pat its shoulder

If I can't do
Rivers can dry its waters
From the clouds to the wells

If I can't do
Flowers can fade
Its beauty from the eyes

If I can't do
Reeds of river banks
Shall dance for songs of the wind

If I can't do
The teller can push the trolley
Full of vanished stories of history

If I can't do
Eyes will see no colour
Only darkness full of shapes

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