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Lost
Oh how I miss the good old days
When people were nice and tender-hearted
When I had trees to climbs and birds to raise
And green fields where I would rest on with my buddies, feeling contented
But now I feel lost and deeply wretched
Craving for love and companionship and warmth
For out there people themselves are struggling in their tiring orbit
Or perhaps with this disgrace I must come to terms
I would turn to angels then
‘Cause by hearsay they’re pure and benevolent
Yet where they are and how to find them are beyond my ken
I’m crushed, impoverished, and disheartened…
(English is not my mother tongue and I don't know the rules of English verse.)
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