I am here living my dear, like
A tree on the bank of a river.
I am here living my dear, and
Busy in service to a king who
Is wicked and reluctant to use
The language of my mother and
He cares not the development of
My people and my land for which
I am in poverty, my dear and
My own people are insulting me
Day and nights. See me, I am
Here living a life with debts.
I am here living my dear, wherein
My body and mind are not in order.
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