Recompense
For every man that dies, some little one
Is born, they say, into this world of ours;
I wonder if, for every evil done,
Some deed unfolds fair-hearted, like the flowers?
Is born, they say, into this world of ours;
I wonder if, for every evil done,
Some deed unfolds fair-hearted, like the flowers?
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