untill I am Old

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The night spreads out across the sky
The dusty clouds settling only to cry
The wheels awakening my goal
Reminding my heart of a beautiful soul.

SHE told me to prepare
My endeavours to repair
Leaving in a mark
Of pure love so dark.

A warm spirit who teach
Wish I could forever preach
Lord's creation of gold
I shall love her untill I am Old.

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