In what mysterious ways
You paint my thoughts;
Such the night grows
In every inch I drab
Like a 'deep-of-well'
Settling like a dust
You plunge me, towards
Unfathomable dark abyss
I see no colour
To thy murky bloom, or
The shooting stars
Jingling thy presence
What pleasure you attend
Pulverizing my crush;
Daily it storms, overcasting
My rattling heart
In what mysterious ways
You come by my way;
Leaving behind the carcass
Of my unbegotten faith
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