Life is counted sweetest
The return too soon
It fell to earth, I knew not where
For, so swiftly it flow, that sight
It seems there is nothing at all
We are disappointed
When hope isn’t found
Everything has passed
It seems there is no the meaning
Wait a moment
Raise you up, come into God!
And don’t let this chance end
Be still and don’t cut down desire
It’s hope become ideal grace
As gift from God
Whatever that you face
Most quiet need by sun and candlelight
Everything would be as bright
Everything would be as beautiful
When the time comes
Jendela Sastra
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