He lives in my past.
What is it thou want,
Far away have I come, a place not to be ask,
Why thou stood aloof, traveller I, a few days in thine roof,
Few loaf of bread and a bed for this body to spread and I would be thine man to any task.
What has betrayed thine to wander to leave thy shore and knock mine door,
Committed a sin in light, cursed I am by its plight and ran hither to a promising sight.
Heard I this, a man with this lore
Oh! Come have thou only to go,
Know must thou this door,
Come thou only to go. T.r
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