When each voice fadeth in the background,
the last melody of hope laguisheth,
and the last wick of happiness
is snuffed out,
there I find thee,
Lover of my soul,
still awaiting my surrender
at the foot of thy holy throne.
Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete
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