When there are few tomorrows And prayers I cannot find, When failings loom before me And haunt my lonely mind; When darkness gathers round me, Embracing me with fear And weary sighs and weeping Are all that I can hear; And when my heart is slowing And death I can't resist, I'll leave with just a whisper; ...Your name upon my lips.
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