Lift my veil around me
I am gasping for breath for bounty of days and nights
Soothe my feelings that I cannot forshake
The hand of death is rocking my cradle.

I will pray pray to God for the last time
I will worship his blessings for me
Everything has scattered my senses by a slumbering soul.

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