I can see my day after present
Not a good man
A rich among you
But a singer.Roaming your village
Monochord and me be in a mess
I will sing to my wife
and her world
Neither a political nor a businessman, i will
Only be a starving writer.
I want to melt in your cry
Merge into the sands of your courtyard.
I will allot your woe
The whole world accosts your brave
I made you notable for ever.If you win
My writing will shine.
I want to be a menial of servants
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