Get me well soon
from this ailment, from doom
o Lord, savior of souls
the enemy keeps his horrible eyes as owl's
wanting my mortal body home
don't let me, I can not be gone
to his unsatisfied mouth
his stomach is never full for months
get me well soon
from this ailment, from doom
o Lord, savior of souls
the enemy keeps horrible eyes as owl's
wanting my mortal body home
don't let me, I can not be gone.
copyright@Solomon T Tule
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