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I Ask For Your Assistance


I ask for your assistance for life has played me a hand of air I hope I find the courage to carry on struggling to keep his nose above treacherous waters He who created me, supporting four He grows old, He grows weary, He grows to see blurred what he once has seen clearly O father, callused and torn, lay your heavy head might the world see you torn Might the World help me become Born
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busani78
see through the blinds of those overworked

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