My heart goes out to my Creator in
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy.
All living creatures come to quiet
For him to eat up their
And give them nothing, which is what they want
When they are living they do not think so.
My heart goes out to my Creator in
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy.
All living creatures come to quiet
For him to eat up their
And give them nothing, which is what they want
When they are living they do not think so.