My Life’s Song

Now I live the less of nights,
Engrossed in the mental fights;
For me the days long and the nights fade,
From every throb of my heart that laid.

I want a house, a hut at the top, at the crest,
Now my feet urges to move to move towards the west;
Where I may get some nights that long
and I would lay down and sing my life’s song.

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