Laughing at me,
Laughing at me will not assist,
Thinking that I overcame,
Iam listening to the Song of that great Purity,
That Iam not crying anymore,
All thing's that are done under the sun,
Most laugh at me,
Saying that my bard is boring,
Iam nothing doing Important,
But time is allowing me to write than Drink,
Even in my GLORY,
I will not share this THRONE anymore,
Seeing that my Spirit all Pure for that HOUSE and SHELTER,
I am proud of that Bard,
Iam Glad that my hardwork will bring this food to my shelter.
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