Sometimes I dream of a world adorned with fairness for those with hearts so pure,
Where love and compassion flow back to them, as rich as they bestow.
Even a fraction would suffice, a balm for the soul's enduring strife.
Yet, here I stand, in wonder's embrace, knowing life's gentle cruelty.
For it seems the fairest hearts endure the harshest trials,
Shaped and tested by a world unkind.
They say these trials forge beauty, that unfairness carves the soul's grace.
But still, I muse, how splendid it would be,
If life, in all its vastness, showed a bit more kindness to hearts so beautifully rare.
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