I am poor, my dear
See me, see my hunger, as
You know, Your Honour,
My hunger has no creed,
My poverty has no religion
I have nothing to
Give any opinion, I have
No power for new creation.
It is my poverty
That makes me disabled and
I am unable to run with you,
If you think me your part and parcel
Make my strong, my dear, to allow you
To sit on my head, I am here, the first person.
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