Might I find you, see you once again,
before my life is shattered and spent,
before I have the greatest discontent
and let my love of you be not in vain,
but let your coming be like drops of rain
before sunshine come through clouds being rent
may I of all things that did bring tears repent
or forever I will be in sheer pain
for like a kind of sneaking, rampant thief
you have taken, my very soul and my heart
had broken it as a punishment to sin
but now I have found some kind of relief
in your love and hope that we will not part
as a new chapter of our lives begin.
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