My friends who ask me daily dedicated to them
Folks....yet I am satisfied.....
Folks yet i am satisfied.....
which was i believed to be Boatman,
he made hole in my boat..
which was i believed beautiful that,
made me blind...
which was i considered wealth,
He has bankrupted me...
which was i considered Banquet,
He was giving me hungry...
which was i considered base,
He took my roof....
which was i considered beam,
He was pulling my land....
Which was i thought to be life,
Give me death was the same....
They always love to hate me,
My blindness that as had been her love....
Folks.. yet i am satisfied
In her last moments of my lifetime happy ness is achieved....
Loyalty is also a satisfaction education I have achieved it.....
Folks yet i am satisfied...
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