Makes me blind,
Forsaking our bind.
It brings fourth a line,
That no one can pass,
No one can touch,
Only God is to trust.
I seek for the time,
And strongly get declined.
For what I'm doing wrong,
I have no clue.
I think about us together,
It brings me to this virtue.
Tell me God, what am I suppose to do?
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