Saturday, 28 July 2012

Someone somewhere loves me dost,
The one to death I have lost.
That my heart mayest feel the frost,
Just for comfort,tears are the cost.
Before he departed he said;
When I die shed thou no tears for me,
So thou no seed of pain,be happy,
But today I sit here bleeding profusely,
I feel battered almost completely.
Come my fairy Godmother in thy chariot;
Come forth and carry me home someday soon,
For where my father dost lie,
There my happiness be and so am I.

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