Gracing through this night,
A note secretly thy write,
To whose, secretly thy hideth,
Pleadingly thine's plight!
Thee's effortlessly thy failed,
T'was faintly strong thus felt,
Faith weakliness twasn't build'eth,
Hope's breakingly thus melted.
Soul, thy longeth need thee heard,
Warmth that thy seeketh t'was shield,
Thine's plightlessness liketh dust,
Prayeth pleading hopes not failed.
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