Like the air thy fly
Across my nostrial
Like the wind blow
Leave my site
you lazy mosquito
Leave my site you coward
I have no place to pass this night
No place to drop this lazy sleep
No home to run to
I am here in the woods
Trying to pass the night
With the gentle weed of life
I am surrounded by mosquito
I am a prisonal to this insect
I have seen death today
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