They do not love me as I do
Indeed they do not care about my look
How true is our own love?
From the ones I've heard abroad!
How to please my fellow blood
I've not found easy at all
They made me crawl on my both kneels
Before I could solve a need
They hold me down with their own rules
And not concerned about my bliss.
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