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Helpless
CHIAHA: in my demure travel of regards i was lost in the sight unseen ravishing my eyes with my saw lost in the sight unseen a beauty of regards thou angelic maiden thy creature unlikely of regards thou bringest peace long sought. in my saw last night you came as the birds thy song a nightingale so pure let thy song last for eternity and in our world to come, though am not sure. we shall build our nest on the island not far from heaven. o thou angelic maiden |
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CHIAHA: .....the rain came on and on with hail stone of of hard ice..... it cracked our bones to the ground fille with lice.... our jagged cloth got wet with the urine of those scary mice..... our life went down to being not nice..... oh.. those sad cries that bulged our eyes.... our broken hearts re not mendable with dice of death... oh our hearts re blown off by the sad wind of the northern hemisphere..... our sickness re too old to be cured...... though the doctors re lazy.... why re we beggers....? passers by says we lament..... the jingles in the campaigne says....... its the song by road side... |
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