Supplication
People hurt the heart in Thy world
As they know utmost it bleedeth
Ways of desert all are blood curled
Lonesome lass Thy hand there needth
Lord my Lord! Come once from skies
Lips are freezing by Death ice
And I know all know I breezes
How do play thou, play with candles
Shivering flames their blood squeezes
How their tearful eyes all handle?
Mournful mournful moths are flying
Kiss they light and fell they dying
Hand Divinist thou art writing
Tearful tales on thy book pages
Stars at night thy sky all lighting
Meanwhile I free birds from cages
Flames are flickering, blooms are sighing
Moonlit nights are worth for dying
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