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Antitheses

You would not fondle if you had not known how to curse,
only those who sigh, smile,
 
If you hadn't laughed, you wouldn't have known how to moan,
if you hadn’t cried, you wouldn't wear light in your eyes (x2).
 
And if you hadn't bound your wound yourself
with your own hand, you wouldn’t anoint unknown wounds,
 
You wouldn't long for a bit of heaven,
if you did not have a drop of hell in you (x2).
 
You do not rise toward glory unless you fall
with your weary brow in the bitter powder,
 
And if you reborn in today’s smile,
it's ‘cause you died in the tear of last night (x2).