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Good things come to those who wait? The rich man grows richer still The greed meets tragic end My life encased in sin Again I sit here, heart guiding hand My mind wants to spell a curse I cannot curse thy name But this curse upon me now Casts no spell of hope Practice makes perfect But what if I already am This gift in which you gave How am I still without which to utilize? I am still the impatient leaf Grant me your love to set my quill at ease I caught a falling star to watch it burn my hand I fall face down for forgiveness, make me one again From Letras Mania