I have run away from my Lover
He used to clothe me with the finest linen
He used to set feasts before me
My lover used to tuck me into bed
I used to wake up to His voice
His arms were the first things I'd run into
My Lover was my refuge
My Lover was everything
But I have run away from my Lover
I wear a sackcloth and I weep
I am famished and I have no place to stay
I wake up to nothing but the sound of my sobs
I have run away from my Lover
And I have to find my way back
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