I wandered lonely over hills and vales
With no one beside me equally pale
Swallowing my tears and fears
And looking for my peers with my ears
Why did I let them off my sight?
Now I'm left to rot and die
Oh! Heavenly birds hear my cry
Tell my people I'm not dead but searching with my life
I miss their company
And that is what is killing me
My enemies are mocking me
Their winds are sacking me
They know I cannot transform alone
So they grow altogether in tone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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