Solemn solace.
I seek you.
I seek your melody.
And the grace,
like the melting of snow.
The blossom of Amaranta.
I want to sing you.
Let me create you.
Be my creation.
I believe.
O' God, teach me passion.
Grant me love.
O' God, I, Your servant,
teach me how.
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