Sometimes Shift
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Tears fall out of grace
Gloom rushes on face
The secret is not known
But tears are of my own
I bow down and stare
And think of where
This grace is shown
I am joyfully blown
The tears fall one by one
It is seen by none
I feel no let down
But joy is clearly shown
Even though life contains agony and pain
I remain
Ever cheerful
Along with people
It is gift
That almighty sometimes shift
Showers full of fortune
And sometimes make painfully driven
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