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<p>The song I came to sing<br /></p><p>remains unsung to this day.<br /></p><p>I have spent my days in stringing<br /></p><p>and in unstringing my instrument.<br /></p><p>The time has not come true,<br /></p><p>the words have not been rightly set;<br /></p><p>only there is the agony<br /></p><p>of wishing in my heart…..<br /></p><p>I have not seen his face,<br /></p><p>nor have I listened to his voice;<br /></p><p>only I have heard his footsteps<br /></p><p>from the road before my house…..<br /></p><p>But the lamp has not been lit<br /></p><p>and I cannot ask him into my house;<br /></p><p>I live in the hope of meeting with him;<br /></p><p>but this meeting is not yet.<br /></p><span><br /></span>