In the warming light that is shining across my face,
Love and care spread through the curtain lace.
With this light shining upon my face,
I will cherish those memories from within the curtain lace.
On this morning, within the warming light,
I will find you within the garden of light.
Follow me through the garden fair,
And you will arrive to the shining chair.
Sit in a chair next to the curtain lace,
So I can look within the eyes of your warming face.
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