Death, Why aren't you being my lover?
Why aren't you being kind, friendly?
Why are you threatening me
Sitting always behind, in front?
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Through the seven heavens
I see all,
But I keep myself quiet!
I am not a prophet, but a poet;
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I didn't know that
She didn't have a leg.
I really didn't know.
Alas! Why did I ask her to come to my office?
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