Let not heal my wounds
Nor my woes be vanished
My fate let be cruel
Eyes wet, sobs, sigh sore.
I come to you, smile
Hide tears, but you know
Not be rich to forget you, reach your place, worship you.
Let not money blind me
Or ruine my goodness
Nor the lack insult me
Or hurt my pride.
Let my wisdom be sharp
And my virtues growing
Be peace with me and
Happiness that all i want
And need.
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