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A pilgrim, philosopher, free-liver and poet

Enamored of ladies and art,

I've been living here forever, I know it,

Though now life of mine seems to start.

This world is so cruel, so wicked and fierce,

Where sweat with the blood flows down.

But God's in my heart, that is known to exist,

And people would name it Love.

Yes, if not for it, what's the reason for me

To enter this world, to be born?!

The cover of treachery, scary to see

Was not meant by me to be worn.

No, life is a miracle, growing above

The blood and the tears – the sprouts of love!