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Mar 2013
Help me, dear Lord
Help me, I’m burning
Rid me from this evil
The impossible craving

I swim in dark water
Float in murky air
While I choke and wither
The world only stares

They think I’m high on love
Content I appear to be
But my hollow inside
Of fire can never be free

Rescue me before it’s too late
Rescue me, I can no longer wait
If you don’t answer my cry
Dear Lord, I will soon die
Paul Frey
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Paul Frey  Delhi
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