In my Heart, an ache
And  my thoughts are bite me.
Why? Am Ia skylark?
For me, she sung a ballad
And blaze fired her eyes.
Wounded heart, to be feared
the moon melts like dew,
This gloomy day knock well
Am going, from the ***** house.
Who get off me this shippen?
In the cage, my madly brother
Soundly roar his rusted chain.
In the kitchen, mother cook poorness
With lots of tear and fear.
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