You give to me

You give to me
I give back to you
But still, I do not know
How much you hide

My bank is poor
My funds are few
But still, I feel
I give so much to you

The fences, the defences
Our corridors
Our market stalls
Surrounded by four walls

Our journeys
To find you something
I do not know
A precious part of you
Lost long ago

What is it
What is it makes you mourn?
That all your life
Is night and never morn

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