Sometimes we need not to find love
for love finds itself where it is supposed to dwell
Sometimes we need not to stay happy always
But be contented of what we have today.
Sometimes we need not to listen to everybody
so we would not end up being a nobody.
Sometimes we need to believe in magic
though it seems impossible and dreamy
Sometimes we need dark skies to pass us by
to be completely human and try
to let one's fate to wait,
and sometime see what one's faith can make.
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