Am I now withered and close to my end
I was once a beauty to behold
Would you happen to see me anyway than how I pose
Now that my time has come to pass...
O waters runneth above gracing my leaf
and tender does it runneth all facing my grief
of an old withered stalk...
Am I now withered and closed to your eyes
O you that I behold and I strive
To lay upon your shoulders my angst and my pain
I am now in part a withered flower..
O eyes that used to find me an attractive summon
O sight that I used to behold
O wherefore are thee would you now hear my plea
and end my days of woe...
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