My hearts in the 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’m snow plodding
I want to climb the summit darling
And, when I do; love is obligatory.
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