life with 'but'

'O BUT;What art thou do'th to the world?
That thou bought countless criticisms
And all reward was given no award
As simple as thou seems
Still makes thousandes screem
Leaving all in in a dim light
By giving dots in there dream
And all content of thy sight
Make no effort at the stream
cause thou bring nothing than critisms
'O BUT;what art thou do'th to the world?

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