Across oceans, as sole hawk-
yearning for a soul to talk,
through my path, had an isolated walk.
Loneliness chased my life,
to slew my woes, had no knife.
through my path, been I only a trife.
While all evenings ran slow,
none to speak, had an isolated blow
through my path, saw no illuminated glow.
Saw no rose, but only thorn
with unknown reason I was born,
through my path, only sadness have I worn.
To view the world, when I turned,
tough lessons are there to be learnt.
through my path of life, only sorrows I earned.
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