Poor heart is innocent
It is havey and beating fast
But waiting to see my Lord!
So when don’t show-up
Iy is sed and gloom
And never bloom
When you don’t call
I get so depressed
And out of control
I have many to share
You are desirable
I wish you’re able
I just once be here
It will rest for ever
Please, come soon
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