Oh thou… who were very gentle and mild
Who always lived with me
Tried to make me a human not wild
Always showed me a precious key
Thou looked left to right up to down
Found something to pour out
Being wearied by the busy town
Thou decided to fade out
I stare at a thing now
Before I stared and thought
I knew you were there no
To have you I struggled and fought
Oh the poet in me please leave me no
For I will exist than live
I want to pour out my soul more
You have helped to give
As long as you consist
Somewhere in me
I will live than exist
With the help of thee
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