I take full credit
When fully greet
So many times I tried
But the belief was bellied
I could do nothing
As I was bonded with something
It was not blood
But food
That we took together
And offered
I can not live
Even a second to believe
He is part and parcel
And that makes me to feel well
I shall scoff
And laugh
With the ideal of leaving
Is it may be no waving (of hands)

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