This helpless boy's me.
Sick look a friend's helps.
Poor starving me, look at me!
I've pleasing twice, you need the third perhaps?
A day to come seems cloudly dim-light.
Search for joy and delight.
The dear folks ask "where is the knight?"
Maybe they are flee at night.
Pain doesn't matter when you could not catch the light.
Dread will not at your side because you do not have a piece of gold.
Do helpless.
Haunted not by that darkest night nor hottest light.
Nor by sorrow of the row neither by monstrous hollow.
Starve to death is that.
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