Peace has been found so hard by us,
We hurry still and bustle thus,
We look for truth though gaining mess,
And taste of bitter wormwood, guess.
What has been left? Some recent hopes,
And skillful hands but tied with ropes.
Then suddenly the soul wakes up,
Presents a chance to change one's cup.
If cup of happiness is full,
Try once again to have a pull.
It'll give you strength to overcome
Decay, and smouldering, and harm,
Protect your peace which has been born
Not accidentally, white swan,
It keeps God's mystery for souls
And saves alive eternal goals.
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