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May 2021
Maybe you're not a king that has been crowned
Maybe you're not a sage, but a poor lad
Yet, my dear man, if you were not around
The world would be so wretched and so sad.

Maybe you're not as graceful as a swan
Maybe you're not an artist so unique
Yet, lady, if you didn't laugh at dawn
The world would be so cheerless and so bleak.

Maybe you're not as restless as a child
Maybe you're not so full of energy
But without you, my friends, the Earth were wild
And the whole world would live in lethargy.
Octavian Cocos
Written by
Octavian Cocos  M/Bucharest, Romania
(M/Bucharest, Romania)   
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