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The ink will blur through the ages of time The thoughts that came from the writer's brain in the minds that read them time and again They made an impression on anxious ones who knew right from the start where happiness and sorrow join Oh sweet world what is happening here? What pleasure we could derive If all I got to do is wish then lets make hundreds I wish I could right all our wrongs? I wish all colours could be black I wish I knew God better I wish I wasn't born… Sign in to see full entry.