Who am I to know your fears?
In a world full of sorrows,
You might want to hide your tears,
Yet my eye, still it follows...
I have lived, but so did you,
Your mind secretly rues,
So to see this dance through,
We must change each other's shoes!
Words will now complete my rhyme,
It will clean this ancient grime,
This unholy grudge got me confused,
Why I see you so amused?
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well done