Just at an eye blink at large were you
Under the wings of woe, griped, soared you
Looked, hunted I but alas! A pin in a haystack
In me, buried in, pain footed is
And rain tears, my eyes now-red meat like are
Now, in a lipless sea mine a soul sails
Aa! Left me a solo soul; so early but why?
Will you ever re-emerge, for this chi's sake?
How crave I, on my face to efface tears
Yes, once more to eye you wait will I.
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