You thought I gave up no longer
On laughing to the face of your facer
Keeping myself up after you had me to cower
You waited for drowning me in each diving
In your suffering seas with my despairing
Or hitting to the rocks of unattainable helping
With waves slowing me down of approaching
Now I am in the coast but too much stout
Though I fear of your next riposte
So my life break your goat
O my fighting life with me come on
Come nearby me to calm down
Cease no more to race around
My life be a bit benign
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