I beg if my pleading is not a crime, And time is not time but a rhyme often spoilt by an inconvenient line, Of sin, I often found laughter at the end of the east, Where north and south never meet.K.Oni
O, Lord of mercy Mercy me in my distress! My heart has gone far from you And your light of peace Has escaped my soul! O, bitter is the gall...
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