What do you expect on the poet's pride
rich in wretched tears and dreams
no more hopes for him to smile
nor bliss in his every story
there was plight in great delight
of wanderings and fruitless flight
his rhyme are on formidable cries
that haunts upon his restless nights
he walks lame full of weary
each day of his lonely journey
that is the reason why he write exemplary
a beautiful verse of melancholy.
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