they tease
me, i who like
the song
but the song
never likes
me, but i
keep on singing
and they
can do nothing else
but listen
under these circumstances
of lack
and grief and even
if they do not like it
as they do not like
to sing with me
or sing the song itself,
i keep on singing and singing
until
i did not like
the song itself, and
i tell them
it is but fair and
square.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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