I am at a place
From where I cannot gaze
The sweet face so far
A part of my heart
The strong voice I miss
I am used too listening;
as it is to me like a kiss
My heart cruched when I urge
To see and hear his spur
But all I can do is wait
Until the seventh hour
Please come soon my life
Make my heart feel again like a flower.
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