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In The Mud House Lie I With The Candle

In the mud house lie I with
The small burning candle,
The candle is getting smaller and smaller
And I have not an alternative to that,
Not even an additional one
And with it i have to pass the whole night,
My God.

Just Thou art, Thou art with me,
Nothing, but Thy blessings,

Nothing, but Thy blessings,
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Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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