Life
Agony on my heart,
i ask my self
for what i did.
Everything i try,
i can't success at all,
but i just struggle to live
though am alone.
I sleep without food,
i walk like a mad,
and everything i try,
they call me a thief.
Oh! who bewitched me,
the son of man to cry
every day until i will die?
Life is hot.
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