Every minute and each hour
I think of you
I think of you
About
Rescue of your soul But while
You are ailing, deaf and blind
I can help nothing to you
I can help nothing to you
To shine
this dark night
That became
as earlier light.
But I all hope
and I Wait
In the heart hope
I store light
Carrying by through outer darkness
That became as earlier light
I shall open in a window
I shall run up to on air
I shall open in a window
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