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I feel the same way,
As of any other being;
But I can see clearly,
I have a lovely thing.
I long to have more,
To dwell in a better way;
But I have everything
With a glorious ray.
I desire more often,
To conquer the whole;
But I find my own abode,
Full of worthy role.
I yearn to be the best,
In every possible way out;
But how can I forget to stop
The inner voice that shouts.
I have left to yearn more,
As I have a charming kiss;
How can I abandon the thought
That I have my only bliss. |
