Night has rendered me with words impotent,
Staggering seconds pull me nearer to a dawn unawakened

Thanking the rain as it gives me courage to hide,
I find comfort from thoughts yet to be spoken,

It will be soon, it will be soon
So says Hope and all her maidens.

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A friend lies on her bed, with her eyes wide open
While I seek the warmth of a dream with no vision

Iron-clad feet makes no discretion,
as to whom they owe their burden

It will be soon, it will be soon
So says Hope and all her maidens.

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Smile too often and delight you may have forsaken,
The prerogative of the loved, is that they might be forgotten

I reach the terminal of what I can entreat
Even then, the words ring like a bell being beaten

It will be soon, it will be soon
So says Hope and all her maidens.