My body is weak, my soul was stolen
I'm not ill, please don't disturb me
When I'm reading books or writing poems
My body is weak, mind becomes stronger

Please somebody, help me live
Please somebody show me how not to be killed

Emotions are killed and sunshine`s not bright
And the moon is deep the stars are in fire
My mind is sleeping I locked in my room
I want to hear, how somebody comes here

Please somebody, help me live
Please somebody show me how not to be killed

Old Tree Fellows - My Body`s weak

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