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The tiny droplet, unknowing, uncaring,
Born of haste, who knows - even warring?
Not a single soul nor spirit endearing,
Near the end of wit and daring.

It gives, it gives, it wants not back,
All it asks 'What is it, I lack?',
Why did I fall? Happiness or woe?
Joy, I hope, else I couldn't bear.

The glass that broke is shattered now,
I can't but wonder: What? Why? How?
Though among the shards scattered above,
Did we forget to say mazel tov?

The bell tolls atop the castle,
Reminder of the past and bringer of hassle.
Yet, you see, I get down on one knee,
Hold my hand and set me free?