Lord
You who have imprisoned me
Free me
I cry
And I do not pardon
the error of my ways
But, Lord
If you knew
My inconsolable pain
As you know
Your suffering
O, King of the immortal heavens
You would come to me
Anger of God
Thoughts fill my head
Love leads to hate
Forgotten snow
Sweet pain
I only have confidence in you
The ancient burden
of my sweet thoughts Breaks me
From whence comes
such sweet torment?
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