I see you

I see you walking in the Street

Having fun with them-Don’t know where they’re from.

But you don’t have fun with me-Like an everlasting

Pain- That ever tortures me

 

In my heart- I’m a bort

That dies as an art

 

From the skies- My soul dies

And I surrender

Like a ever-usually slender

Bird –ever so demurred

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