What fault do I have?
Lord, I take the blame,
but, if asked, I could not answer.
Will I ever return?
Euphoria may slow it,
but how can I ever return,
happiness bringing?
Will the fire not rekindle with a kindly breeze?
And the blaze supressed be refreshed by the wind?
Three days have I waited, Lord, but how long must I?
!Noah!
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