My heart is in penitentiary
clouds will come again, my darling
what is barring the way my starling?
And, when they do, where will you be.
My soul is-in-purgatory
I couldn't be more ungodly,
what's my sin, why am I, starving?
And, when my love will I eat, again.
My spirit is exploratory
but it feels like I am snow plodding
I want to climb the summit darling
and, when I do; love is obligatory.
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