I see your downfall
I am sad
You are my part and parcel
See, I am mad.
It is utter folly
Perishable objects you regard yours
I am unable to observed holy
You fell ill and not yet cured.
I care not for you
I am in hell or heaven
I am not in queue
One zero I can not say ten.
Because of this I am in search of You
And You are within me pussy cat sounding mew.
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