I have to come to you
I have to come to you
I have time on the way
I wish you knew my sorrow
But the story of grief has to be told
Arrogance did not allow him to bow down
I had to raise my hand first
Fatigue is gone, so read something
There is an old letter below the plow
I used the slogan of love
So I have to pay the ransom
He didn't even ask
I have to tell my story
I was so sad I couldn't laugh
I had to smile when I saw you
To defeat the opposing wind
The lamps have to be lit with blood

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