Th' pains brought abreast...
Deep down in my chest.
Deep and far they reach...
Of th' Good Lord's forgiveness, I beseech.
Before I lay down to die...
May this bad case o' heart burn, pass me by.
When the pain, at last subsides...
Far spread relief, secrets that I forgot, to hides.
Besides...
Only the Great One up above,
of my destination's-journeyed-
-ride-decides.
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