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I am made for you You are don't made for me I hope without hopeness Without certain

I wait as a poor religious man waits for the glories of Heaven

I hope as like the suicidal hope to silence the pain

I wait with the heart and with arms wide open Knowing that my body will warm you in the cold I expect nothing but your presence I know i'm yours So much that I know you are not mine Because I was made for you But, You were not made for me