My proud but lonely tree of hope, Enough your crying to the heavens. You still are standing with weak rope, You still can not know what happens... You try with bright artistic flashes Attract attention of the sun . Without fear become an ashes, With no desire to be run. With any kind of atmosphere You like wash air with a soap. Let all the sadness disappear, Maybe you brings me some of hope. | 
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