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When?
Every day is like a growing mountain
While skies are darkening,
My hand is sliping, my faith is shaking
Dought is rushing to comfort me
I'm longing for my love to rescue me
For I shall die in despair and suffering in
waiting for every promise to find me,
While holding on to only hope
(IT IS I) appear,
Hold on child, I have called you here
© Brumilda Mitchell
While skies are darkening,
My hand is sliping, my faith is shaking
Dought is rushing to comfort me
I'm longing for my love to rescue me
For I shall die in despair and suffering in
waiting for every promise to find me,
While holding on to only hope
(IT IS I) appear,
Hold on child, I have called you here
© Brumilda Mitchell
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