The insolvent debtor
by George Cosbuc
Home walked she from the mill
Her sack was down and she
Could not lift it again.
“May I help?” “What?” “For pay!”
And
I miss you so much
but you don’t even know
I want… only a touch
after that… I will go..
I will go… I don’t know where
‘cause I didn’t find my place
I would like to be the air
Which is
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