The stormy gusts in my zest...
Tis darkness hath power to increase
The stormy gusts in my zest
The love often, I hide in front of thee eyes
It is being exposed by tis long night!
Little less a harsh moment,
That i never intended to do....
That lusty day, alas! I was not aware of late;
Arrivance of rough clouds and woe!
But, these misires and sadness;
I have got. I made uh dismay, thee soft heart!
By which, I get eager to meet uh once,
I get eager to hug thee feet!
Ere, my submission to that great God
I get eager to greet thee, ohh comrade!
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