In the cover,
The eternal droplet suffers.
Disease is a humane one,
We suffer for mortality.
But is it greater than life?
Till You breathe You know.
It's not that troubles,
A diseased body and a sick mind,
Can all be treated.
The spirit shall not slacken,
For that is incurable!
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