There iz someone who hark my bemoan.π
D world iz full of demon.πΉ
In there everyone^s eye iz full of lie.π₯
There iz none for hearken my cry.π₯
Eye ! My eyes iz full of weep.π
My bosomβ€ think about it deep.
If I die,π£
For me , D heart β€shall cry ?π°
Tell me ?π’
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