Thou art a beautiful hymn,
Sung by almighty him;
make with his sincere care,
hast he thee, my lady fair.
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Deep down where, it started all;
A place of which, none could imagine;
Hold the seed, out of which would rise,
the evergreen tree - called Life.
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The look of thee,
gives such pleasure to me;
as the fresh showers doth,
a peacock glee.
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Thy face lovely - Oh my love,
Blush, I can see in the moon;
As I draw you closer to me,
And hold, thy hands in mine.
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Deep down where, no being dwells;
A place of which, none even imagine;
Where vanquished, is the light even,
and just the dark, ever prevails.
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Con thou not, thy loved ones,
For faked shall thou be,
By life itself.
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Behold, In thyself
For see, shall thou,
The meaning true - of Life.
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Unto the day,
When meet you I;
Darkness folds over,
the light of my eye.
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The night of moon full, is here today,
and has brought with it,
the zeal to kill,
And quench my thirst - Ere day.
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The pasteurs green,
a tillers bread;
have long become barren.
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