Round and round, i go up and down,
Merry, little fairy, and a delight.
In whose crown i took my pride;
and all enemies i shook with smile.
The coward dies many times,
thought i still miss the ugly times.
Sweet are the grapes, from thin slender hands;
the more i felt as wary i am.
With bloods all around,
as stars they say "shall die, one day".
Moments of task, it spread
I bow'd in thee, head down.
Mystery it is, i ponder.
for peace, is none but all absurd.
You live and die for them to be.
I know the bitter, still i merry.
For its gone in once,
when all its shown.
And i retire in deep slumber
then shall i rise, for me and again.
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