thank you cry (poem)

Red rides the perfect present domestic

If you go, and do not return,
not find, evidence of that,
not find, to our children,
no wait, you scream again.

If it do not come back, I do not really,
I leave my life, no turning back
I'm doomed, unfortunate,
'm wearing, that you have castrated

But today my book, give your torture,
play, with your follies,
and I'm tired, I leave,
and if I never, not see you.

No turning back, oh no no more,
ay no sadness, because mourn,
if you go, today I book
I'm not yours, thank you cry.

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