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I take myself for a fool. I love yet I still find myself in the same hole, in the point where I called below. I cry from sorrow, yet I truly wished that my tears would flow, why should I cry when The Lady of Sorrow had experienced sorrow itself? Why should I grief when so many have sinned and died without a story to tell, why should I weep when He had told me not to weep. I’ve found myself for a fool, for I still shiver when I meet Your gaze above. You’ve told me, “Do not be afraid,” In Your Word, it is written and said through the mouths and hands of Your messenger. Truly I say to You, Your Words of Heaven are complex in every way, for there is nothing simple of the root of the tree. Now I wonder, had Your tassel always been red? For I had seen blue with the garments as well.