Who can claim to know me through and through?
None listened, always knowing more
harsh prayers from a sacrosanct pew
even she whom I adored.
My dreams and laboring time is passing by
amid betrayals that sting and bring woe
as the moon cloaks the disk of the sun as it shines
dark winds blow.
Who can claim to know another's heart?
people of immeasurable pride
weary boned and torn apart
mute until they died.
Labor no longer beneath a burdensome hand
betrayal and tears have freed me
let them all misunderstand
I now live carefree.
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