Nobody in the world loves me,
For they abstain from my brain,
As it watches them day and night
Living a race with me as if birth was death.
I concentrate on the road ahead,
Like a map it is shown in the sun,
At night, I have the moon.
The moon has loved me, just loves me,
But I loath the moon if it is wolf
And when they do howl in the night.
Evil has engaged in disaster.
The angelic spirit is undying, unceasing, all
Of it is humorous and living in the heart.
When the moon has taken the slot of life,
I have kept my waking life
As a king among queens,
And they are full of money,
And they have principles
From education and talk.
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