O Captive, Listen
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Do not go till I come back.
Coming out I burried myself into the earth as seed
Behind the house by the window
Now I shall be wating fof rainy season.
I know summer can't stay long
Season cycle changed.
some day must rain.
I shall be sprouted and grown
My verdant branches bent down with blooming flowers
Confined you sometimes stand by that window
watching the pomp and grandeur pleased
unknowingly love me and delidgted.
O captive, listen, if one stick to row
The boat would steer to the bank.
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