It is a drum I was born with
I have gone many occasions
Learning how to be in love with life
I’ve in ways sounded it with passion
Giving it my heart without its call
I have slept many a time with sighs
Trying to make every ear smile, I fall
I have seen grins of many sizes
Sounding it with just a just mind
I see sky red, and the cloud cloud
Birds mocking me with a Latin chorus
Air whizzing in waxing recurrences
All telling that all with procedure
If you love, you have t’love t’endure.
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