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Will they not love us for who we are?
_Sorrow ravages my heart ,
as I search for what nourishes us,
We are an unlovable lot,
Changelings, detestable as many have thought_
_I woe as I seek,
Those who love so deep,
To nourish our need,
And the joys that you keep,_
_What sorrow,
The uncertainty of morrow,
Shunned and hated,
So wrongly treated,_
_Why fate,
Must you give us this burden,
By making our need,
A love which was taken,_
_We have hearts, we have souls,
Just like those stallions, mares and foals,
Why shroud us in their fears,
When we could just be their dears,_
_A simple wish,
Just before I finish,
Will they not love us for who we are,
And not shun us from afar_
_When will they love us
For our true being
Changelings, in form and meaning,
To love us without fearing._
