I sit here at my masters feet
so very tired I can only weep
I weep for those lost soals
who didn't know which way to go
I weep for those who left this world
and left me behind without a word
I weep for all the times that have gone by
They went so fast just like a sigh
I weep for all the little ones
who don't know what is yet to come
my soal is tired my soal is week
thats why I sit here and weep

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