Feel like having made chum
With dropped dried leaves
As songs of pains can be heard.
With the lesson of destitution
I long to build rich abode
Where troubles won't be allowed.
I cherish no desire to sit
On the branch of human tree.
Like the birds
Depending on the wings of my own
I aim to stand at own feet at free.
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