To the fish market,
I have seen your tears! !
Living in the land of corruption;
Just as it were,
But, weep not my sweet one.
A fixed hair for love!
With footsteps heard behind me;
But, i will always set food and water for the hungry,
Able to show my concern! !
So, weep not my sweet one.
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Yes, face it, than crying and having self pity, beautiful lines