They speak
Light clears away the
darkness
Darkness of suffering
So lord, I came to
you
And bow my head
Done everything they
had told me to do
My suffering is
hunger
Appease my hunger
My suffering is thirst
Allay my thirst.
My suffering is a need
Fulfill my need
I am waiting for your
miracle
to hear
melodious call of the
spring cuckoo’
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