Little heart!

You run on earth,

How can you shape yourself?

Before you fall,

Before you stumble,

When you pluck up the courage to get up.

Like the sun you see on the sun and the sun sets,

Despite the glorious scenes in the process,

But then all will be in the past tense.

You have to look at the sun,

You'll have to see when it comes back.

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