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I have wished in days when I am left in sorrow,
there would be a piece of heart for me to borrow.
From the person of admire,
whom I love and trust my soul in fire.
Falling into wild discussion,
in despair resolving puzzle of corruption.
I have wished, if only I could bear no stress,
to keep strength I still posses.
Until innocence of air refresh my mind,
just before I realize as far as I was blind.