I am downstairs, oh my dear God,
Heal the feel of yours, oh my dear Lord.
You are so sweet and nice,
Please listen to my heartiest splice.
Hope you are not busy,
Hope I haven’t got wrong.
Hope you rejoice your voice,
With my ever-unpleasant Song.
Can you fulfill my pray?
Whole night will I say?
I am yours and you are mine,
Time and again I will be prime.
This state is unpleasant,
Hopeless like a hard worker-peasant.
May I send you some cards,
feels lonely when you apart.
Oh, my friend, come to me,
Long way I do see.
Everything emptied here,
But without the love spare.
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