Dear Lord,
It is me again.
I won't cry no more.
I am grown up now.
Lord, while you are seated on your magnificent throne up there in heaven.
I am down here seated on the high horse, and before me are seven glasses of whisky which I have drained thinking they will erase my sorrows.
How much are my sorrows worth? Whenever I want to trade them I find myself in the bar, but dear Lord, I won't cry no more here is a note for you. Maybe it will touch your heart, turning your face on me .
Your glowing splendor eyes leading me from the darkness into the light.
Dear Lord, I humbly write.
Amen.
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