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Neither
Neither pretty like a sunset nor a celestial charm as moon,
Neither rejoicing as rain nor vibrant as spring,
Neither a writer's captivating words nor the musician sweet melodies,
I am more like barren fields and dead leaves,
Cracked but unable to heal,
Like a darkest night without moon,
Will I be able to fade into day?
Will I be able to bring the sun?
or
Will I stab me on night's thong?
Neither rejoicing as rain nor vibrant as spring,
Neither a writer's captivating words nor the musician sweet melodies,
I am more like barren fields and dead leaves,
Cracked but unable to heal,
Like a darkest night without moon,
Will I be able to fade into day?
Will I be able to bring the sun?
or
Will I stab me on night's thong?
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