How many are they pray my fall
They look my plight with eyes of loving tears
There mind sing of sad song to blow away my star
If life I give friends
With death am wished in return
And if joy I wish to many
So many plot my days to be a hell
And if times I give to many
My dreams they steal with joy of the night.
Lord I seek your grace to help
From pit walk but think its highway.
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