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When you're with me

If you're with me, I go with pleasure
and face my death and find my rest.
Ah, full of joy would be my end if
your dear and loving hands closed - gently -
my faithful eyes when laid to rest.
 

Beam of hope

The district is happy
With mountains covered in snow
Which lifts spirits
And is soft like fresh snow
 
About age and time
You gave birth to a man
Who's loving and affectionate
Who sincerely loves you
 
Every step I take
On a beautiful night
My poem like a blizzard
Suffocates me
 
Through pits and hills
I think of you
With hope and wanting
Then you will be mine
 
I'm your hero
I don't hold any expectations
What veil is over your eyes
 
With spring came respect
While working you saw
With your humble eyes
Beautiful and blue