Dark clouds, scatter;
scatter and flee.
Brighter days, lighter days,
come quickly to me.
Hurry days, weeks, months and years
and sweetly, swiftly hurry til I am near
days of deliverance, days of no fears,
only my Beloved, my only dear.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Dark clouds, scatter;
scatter and flee.
Brighter days, lighter days,
come quickly to me.
Hurry days, weeks, months and years
and sweetly, swiftly hurry til I am near
days of deliverance, days of no fears,
only my Beloved, my only dear.
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