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Takes courage, strength and mirth
As Budda sat and laughed and laughed
When his pain became mankind's.
The sound of one hand clapping
The scream of a broken heart
And the slow dry-heaving emptiness
Of a ripped and battered soul.
Heart thunder rolling outwardly
Doth calm these evil tones
That I hear in people everywhere
Too often and too loud.
But one sound rings a deeper note
The saddest note of all...
The heart sound of an innocent child
Corrupted and in pain.
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