The clouds have gone and the moon turned to sun

and now she has come for me

So lay down your arms and let it pass…

illness or sickness shall never last

So will she tell me what bothered her…

the illness now gone that smothered her??

And death will not come to pass just yet…

you have a long life with no regret

So don’t you trod on hollowness for it will go and life is bliss

If you keep talking i tell you miss…

I’ll give you something beautiful like a kiss

And now she’s gone oh i have sinned…

if only i told her what will come of this

This is what I give to you…

a page in a page with morning due

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