Spare him not o! Fears
Be thou a river o! Tears
Make heavy his breath
His last resort death.
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Go words like arrows
Source of great sorrows
Sink deep into his heart
Tear it all, spare not a part.
Go thoughts of torment.
Be found in every moment
Bury his head in shame
Leave no hopes of fame.
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Go scary faces
Appear in different places
From men, let him hide
And Let him lone ride.
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Away with the wind o! peace
Discomfort, be thou his
Let Trouble attend his bed
And lead him to the land of the dead.
Silently he sits in hope
He can no longer cope
The lord's hands he awaits
To lift his burden and weights.
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