Here I Bleed
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One little baby sat on the balcony
Of fourth floor at the break of the day
And regularly sings……….
Dark, dark; no light
Only darkness
In this empty world
With its emptiness.
Bark, bark; no sight
Only darkness
In this hauling world
With its emptiness
On the sea!
Shark, shark; without might
Only sharpness
Into that sharpen world
Without any rightness
Lark, lark where are you?
Why singeth no song?
Where is the nightingale?
Why bringeth no tongue?
Tinge of wings with sound I need
O! Heavenly soul
Bring me the mead
Here I bleed, I bleed//
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