For This Day
I bid to sleep to death
For i have lived a life of wealth
No riches attached,but gaiety dwells
For this sorrow in me swells
Oh creator! I bid your take
The life in me forsake
For this life is a tempt
That draws upon to him,the world's attempt
My wish is to go away
Away! Lead me not astray
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