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Love
Sadness
Existential
Random
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
The rain falls softly in the night,
Like tears upon my windowpane,
Each drop a memory of light,
Each splash an echo of my pain.
In vast cosmic dance we spin,
Questioning why we're here within,
Stars above and earth below,
Seeking truths we'll never know.
Purple elephants dance with glee,
On rainbow clouds above the sea,
While teacups sing a jazzy tune,
To pickles juggling the moon.