Life
A meager existence
A lonely living,
Solitary moments
Kept silently in
Despair,
No one here
No one there,
No hope among
Us,
Yet there is
Bloodshed everywhere,
But down in the
Bellows,
Located below
Her,
Another life is of
A peculiar kind,
To teach
To mold,
To carry and to
Fold,
In this
We do know,
That a meager life
Must sometimes be
Told
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