The purest of hearts
are the most battered
For nothing truly lasts.
For so long, whatever mattered,
is only a fragment of imagination,
a fleeting oasis, melting snow.
But through this, search for redemption.
True. Life is hard. Blow after blow.
But you can forge a rainbow road
for you were given the gift of strength,
to endure, to reach your abode
Be brave to dare. Act, to whatever length,
Do whatever it takes, and relax
Enjoy life. It's a Mozart,
Good things will come to you in sacks
For you have, a pure heart.
But through this, search for redemption.
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