I.
   
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   II.
   
   Be with me,
   as her dark touch.
   Be with me,
   as the time of suffering comes to me in the silence of man's dreams.
   Be with me,
   when the fears freeze my brain.
   Be with me,
   when the pain mixes up all my thoughts.
   Be with me,
   when my cry becomes my yelling.
   Be with me, for You around, I know there will be day.
   
   
   III.
   
   Be a light of my nights,
   Be the blue of the sky on a gloomy day,
   Be a broken dream and waiting for caress,
   Even be eternal longing
   But be,
   with You things make sense.
   
   
   IV.
   
   From common sense that looking up
   to lofty aims has crushed a primrose in a garden,
   Save me my Lord,
   My blindness that takes away the chance
   of finding the truth
   Light up my Lord,
   On the mean dullness that hides shamefully blush of fascination
   keep watch with me Lord,
   Don't let me love with a possesive love My Lord,
   and never become a dream for a friend - butterfly.
   
   
   V.
   
   The way from You to me, the impotence
   You are the great and I'm the dust,
   You are the great and I count for nothing here
   I believe in you, do I? Yes, I do, I'm falling again and it hurts more and more
   You remain at the altar, I'm like snow in the sun,
   yesterdays dream for eternity.
   As the warm of the sky You penetrate life essence
   I'm scared you might see, but You already know, You've known it since the beginning
   when I'm here no longer tell them, please, again and again
   that love that never comes true, is the core
   the way from you to me, the gulf of weakness
   
   
   VI.
   
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   I just can't tell You
   how much I need You
   I can't describe my fear for the imaging
   of You not existing
   I can't undrstand why you (may) need
   a life like mine.
   (I) don't know
   (I) can't
   I'm not able
   but I believe, You know and that's enough for me.
   
   
   VIII.
   
   As broken dreams eternity You are
   and truly real touch of friendly hand
   that seems to be the lost resort
   You are the silence after the haviest storm
   and the sound of dust falling down, on coffin lid
   You are a born of love need of giving oneself to the neighbours
   and a longing cry for freedom
   You are certainty born of uncertainty
   and awaiting butterfly
   
   
   IX.
   
   I'm giving thanks to you, just 'cause You are
   For You are too great for our heads,
   which are too national.
   For there is no way to embrace You with a heart,
   which is too nervous.
   For You are so close and miles away,
   and so different in everything.
   For You've been already found and not found yet
   and 'cause we get away from You back to You.
   For we do nothing for You
   but all thanks to you.
   For what I cannot grasp, that has never been
   a delusion.
   Because you stay silent, just each of us - erudite, but analphabet
   natters away.
   
   X.
   
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