In spite of my hectic days
My arduous vary ways
In the quest to secure for old-age
Never will I deterred
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If all I may say this time
Will fall-deep into your heart
And run through the veins to your brains,
I would need not to swear
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Woe unto a luscious life
Transcending ubiquitous cliff
But plunge in the afterlife
And dwell in immortal grief
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What else would be a mystery
Than this picture in my memory
Giving my sight an imagery
Of the fairy tales of the ancestry
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What time have you
To mend the leaking pot?
What strength have you
To join the loosing thread?
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Many years gone by in strain
Quivered by the tremor of trail
Whirlwind nearly capsized my sail
But, still I did not derail
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I take the blame I took it slow
It's really my fault yes I know
Now I carry on my shoulder a hoe
To harvest what others have sown
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Ask the Foreteller
Who knows the fetus of blind
Who can tell, a pregnant snail,
Who can tell, when his toothed-fowl
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