Through sweaty nights in dark sidestreets
and endless lonely Godless days,
I found my way to Ararat,
and waited for my God to talk.

It's been a month I've waited so.

I've seen the full moon shine in skies,
and played a while with butterflies,
but nothing calms me anymore.
I'm on my knees, come talk to me,
and give me your hand one more time.

Your silence is a prison cell,
your distance, like my death foretold.
Give me a sign that you exist,
let me feel that you are near.

Today is the longest day of year...

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