If you could not love me well,
Why did you ring my conscience's bell?
If you could not love me well.
If you could not like me well,
Why did you put wallet in my sail,
If you could not like me well.
If you had not that grandest grant,
The n why by my side, day and night,
You lead your invisible stand?
If you had no mission to perform,
Then why do you break all my norms,
With constant quake and withering storm.
If you had not Fatherly grace,
The why on your vagabond, you put your bond,
And hold him by hand in every stress.
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