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Thursday, March 31, 2022

Do not feel dejected my soul

 Do not feel dejected my soul 

All  are fair-weather friends 

Why do you  seek the dead

No tears to shed no tears to shed


Didn't you remember the lesson learnt 

Did you forget it so fast 

Some lessons must be learnt by heart 

The world is always the same alas


Who is bothered who cares 

All friends are fair-weather friends 

Why seek ye the dead 

Why seek the dead

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