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It befits l leave empty handed But with my deeds to the grave The sunset is here with its warmth Leave my gravestone, let me sleep Perhaps, indeed, l will wake up one day Not for you but to meet God finally
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Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC
Gone
It befits l leave empty handed But with my deeds to the grave The sunset is here with its warmth Leave my gravestone, let me sleep Perhaps, indeed, l will wake up one day Not for you but to meet God finally
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Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC
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