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I have been born anew, today,
all my pores open toward you, my heart ablaze, the blood is running madly through my veins I knew the time has come for me to change, I shall no more, no longer count and weigh, put everything through sieve but love, accept, forgive no longer shall I think when hurt to take revenge I will root jealousy out, and spite, bitterness, malcontent I’ll clear off my roses will no more have thorns I’ll be as trustful and affectionate as a newborn.
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