Loneliness encircle me,
It has tear me like a piece of wood,
no shape, no hand, no leg.
It has even come to my sleep.
Shattered my dreams.
'Loneliness, ' it runs in my very vains,
posion my blood with no friend.
My heart it attack with many tears.
In My head, it convey the feelings of rejection.
You yourself has made love to hate me.
'O loneliness, ' loneliness, why?
The little sad happiness in me you have stolen.
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