My poem's not a masterpiece -
read; do not ask for peace.
I'm a handicap, handle me -
too much of a fire, candle me?
Try me on your voice -
maybe I'm a song of choice.
Let me ring in your ears;
let it bring you tears.
Only do not reduce me to a God!
Love me, worshipping is odd.
read; do not ask for peace.
I'm a handicap, handle me -
too much of a fire, candle me?
Try me on your voice -
maybe I'm a song of choice.
Let me ring in your ears;
let it bring you tears.
Only do not reduce me to a God!
Love me, worshipping is odd.
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