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Waiting patiently, suffering patience To end my pain Which denies revenge To the one who is dancing with romance Distances and differences are fading away in this mingle The hair firelike, the eye of the river, Is shining in the light, there love stands The one I am looking for and the one I feel Weary of this body which is dragging me From ditches to depths, from torrent to spring The bitter waves are fading upon my skin Like those winter mornings Everywhere I go with an amused look With the hope to meet you by mere chance on my way You are not walking in my steps The shadow and my silence do not worry you You are not listening to my prayers anymore and my cries Are out of your reach When I fall asleep, I wonder if you are real And why are you fleeing away from me When I wake up, I once again can see that you have come and gone I only think to stand amidst your grace To ban and demand to let you in And will you end to come in and keep me besides you.
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