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you come like the rain upon a grave
of a grief and drips of tears onto thy crave
o, wander
o, appear
my spirit be then dust and mist..
unseen


you sing like a lullaby to goodbye
'come what may.. come what may'
a vain is waiting on the bay
forgive my foul
forsake my soul

:this is a shattered shade and a faith
un-ended..