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For I have

I have cried—
For loss,
For heartbreaks,
For coming days.
I have indeed—
Fell hard,
Get stabbed,
Died for a moment.
I hardly lived.
That was a minute of life.
And I bother to pause and think.
I can’t regret—
It’s twelve, another day.
So days it’s been,
Of riddles and songs;
Of happenings and beings;
Of love and rejoicings;
As I have always dreamed.
Then He came to remind;
I can’t have them all.
So He took one;
And left me love.
With it;
I found my will.