Rememberance making me, fuss of my self
Tried I to grow as much and more..
Cried for the days of days gone by
Shrank over from the deep loophole..
The memories loomed, like that of the flame
That use to loom like frail flame of furnace..
Wanna uphold all the crossed themes
Yes! Wanna keep a deep land frence..
Yes! I had been myself naturious for me
And had made a blurred, shake fame..
Used I to live in a digny hovels
Thinking of depressing the improverished name..
I wasn't knowing to differ nightmare from mirage
Stuck between the flickering ways..
Shanty life was for me to live in
Lament can't do up for my bays..
Auspiciousness or, toil I must say
Everything I put out of my head..
All of my that unkempt aptitude
Wasn't for that to earn my bread..
I was left with that of vestige
That I use to put additional once..
Grown up for the fear of growth
I was left as the aparted one..
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