Where are you, my dear?
I am asking you and
I hear your reply, I am here,
I am here within you
In your respiratory system.
I hear you reply, my dear,
Worry not, we are joined
In the company that is
Not ours, and we are
Going aways at our sweet will.
But what we give
We get nothing in return,
But we are there with a hope
To receive back that are ours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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