If good Samaritan is there,
To take you care,
That is not fair,
Blaming to the air.
He hears you without stare,
In a way of friend of rare,
Who has every glare,
Will prevent you from this snare,
He will say I swear,
Hard feelings must share,
They are not to bear,
That will give your heart repair.
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