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Today, my bed, it is a bed of thorns; | Today, my bed, it is a bed of thorns; | ||
Before my eyes is the disgrace of defeat. | Before my eyes is the disgrace of defeat. | ||
My | My attire, it is a lackluster raiment; | ||
Where | Where to stow— where to stow my grief? | ||
He loves me so much, yet He does not come. | |||
How tender He is, and yet, how severe. | How tender He is, and yet, how severe. | ||
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