#19
O my beloved, you have me in turmoil
Perpetually waiting for you to decide
Every day in sacrifices your name appears
Having good thoughts
Even though I’m sad, doing my ablations
Thinking of the future but going nowhere
Calling on Fate for we know she rules
Plenitude of works
Surrendered am I with no will of my own
Even after the things that you do
Look to tomorrow and toward the sun
Says this old proverb
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