I am a poor fellow,

walking with my companion shadow.

Left with no good friends,

Memories all mixed into sands.

Lonely road;unknown place,

Where everyone puts a mask on face.

With a blue mood, wearing a hood,

Shabby look, no i am not a crook.

I am a poor fellow,

walking with my companion shadow.

People look at me crazily,

because i walk drizilly.

Many a haughty ...

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