Succumbs a gentle lure breeze
The silent clamor of wake
In fullness drowned a slumber
Perceive distance chime a bracelet
...
Death came to me today
In a scary dream
And stole sleep from
He again came
...
I am tired of your presence
-Worn of your laughter
Tired of my pretense
...
The Lord that is my shepherd
Has gone after a lost sheep
But I shall want not
For a gentle shepherd is come
...
He pierce thro heart mine
In whisper words my ears
Cuddles me his bed
And renders me a slave
...
By touch dream
Be born new
Us is over
Nude should keep
...
Town slumbers on
As crawl dark
Sneaking my defiler
The priest son
...
Holy dark,
The spirits of spirit
Holy thou,
The whips of conscience
...
A black day in brothel
My fat wench is died
In a suicide
A beautiful soul is off
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