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Feeling the sag of mind, feeling |
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the conscious ignorance, knowing. |
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What. How. Tell me how. |
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What is there to do. Even so. |
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Hands won't hold if I |
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trust them with my weight. So. |
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Then again, my feet are not close enough to my heart. I am. |
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Sorrowful man. |
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But it's not often I'm able to cry. |
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Should I forget about that Mountain of Rejoycing or be |
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glad that there are eyelids to be watched, from time to time. |
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Don't know. Truly, I don't understand. |
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Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry. |
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Could our partings be running too deep. |
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Even for the merging dreams. |
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Feel like it's all too much to bear. |
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Where's the chance for smiles to happen; |
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unable. Don't even know |
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what to hope and pray for. |
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The final tangled junction of all dead ends .. Of pain; |
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Truth revealed. |
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Mine. Finders seekers. Strength. |
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Should I consider somebody |
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who's just not to be right for the feelings. |
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I Don't know. Truly, I don't understand. |
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Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry. |
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Who will bring comfort. Who will stay, |
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near; who will bear my touch. |
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No friend, no love; nowbody |
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to understand: All in-vain thoughts |
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trying their best to satisfy |
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the mind. But the vanity |
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you take only when you're very weak...Very: |
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Finished as they are, |
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feel I'm not weak; yet. |
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Not yet. Or then, my weakness. |
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may just pass unnoticed through my weakness. |
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Don't know. Truly I don't understand. |
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Can't feel sure that God will even hear the cries. |
