You can't buy love
With a morsel of food
I do have barren field
To till it last
In this arid heart of mine
Please don't plant a weed
Rank me not
In thy preference
Unruly will I bask
Till my freedom last
why stifle me in fetters
By thy wordy chance
There is another sky
Above the blue sky
With a morsel of food
I do have barren field
To till it last
In this arid heart of mine
Please don't plant a weed
Rank me not
In thy preference
Unruly will I bask
Till my freedom last
why stifle me in fetters
By thy wordy chance
There is another sky
Above the blue sky
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