I wish to hum a happy song,
but how flow from my sad pen,
calling beauty and love along,
on a joyous journey to heaven;
words not potent as used to be,
worlds in my tired brain shut,
today and all days only joy see,
the knot with clinging grief cut;
no sorries for my words plain,
a plain man, carry no pretence,
chime here with hidden pain,
to summon joy that intense;
for grateful am I to all the soul,
that erase pain to guide my goal.
Feeling interesting to know something: are you a singer?🤔
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If I sing then I can collect all the donkeys of the town in one place. From your query it is obvious that you are a great singer.
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Ha ha. Funny answer😂🤣 I am not a singer. I just enjoy listening songs. That’s it😄
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Oh, I think you should try a new, colourful wala pen. It will make your sad songs very joyous, huh. 😄
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If only it were so. Thank you.
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