I was on my way to her home
She would wait, that was my hope
I whispered in her ear
She was silent and despair
Soon was shown a box
Full of metals that locks
In that she was held tight
And taken by force through the street
Tight were the knots
My hands moved not
I wish I could pity
Still alive is she in the memory
I wish the trespassers be she
I ask them, I go behind them
And they mock me and tease me
Alone I weeps for my mates
Every one has to bear my fate.
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