I was born in the mountains,
played with the clouds.
I ran in the flowery meadows,
danced with the winds.
I played with little kids in the summer sun,
sat with the old man under the winter sky.
I smiled with the young girl,
wiped tears of the old woman.
I was woken up by herd of sheeps,
slept with the lonely shepherd's body.
I am a friend for them in their happy days,
a companion in their hey days.
I am a sunshine on their smilling face,
a tear of their grieving hearts.
I was born to make happy,
but myself lost in infinity.
played with the clouds.
I ran in the flowery meadows,
danced with the winds.
I played with little kids in the summer sun,
sat with the old man under the winter sky.
I smiled with the young girl,
wiped tears of the old woman.
I was woken up by herd of sheeps,
slept with the lonely shepherd's body.
I am a friend for them in their happy days,
a companion in their hey days.
I am a sunshine on their smilling face,
a tear of their grieving hearts.
I was born to make happy,
but myself lost in infinity.
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