An ear to my cry, a tissue for my tears, a relief from my distress before I depart. Hide not thy face from mine, with thy face, paint up my face with smiles and to me, give wings to fly before I depart.My ruins, be compassionate, my feet, from slipping keep, my plea, ignor not before I depart, a so-journer I am, a guest like the father's of old, so my life trample not to the ground before I depart and am no more.
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