Time heals all wounds
That’s what they say
But miseries may last for
Very, many days
You cross the long tunnel
to reach the other side
and see a new valley
on your horse ride
Some butterflies kiss
A baby blooms
The birds learn to sing
A colorful tune
And in the midst
Of green, new, fresh hay
You throw back those
Painful memories away
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