High lifts my heart in the warmth and the cold. Moonlight, sunlight, clouds or sun. See spray, and salt, and land folds. Lamb and fledgling, and love begun. But cannot chill the stars. Stay my heart.
And keep my borning live from harm. For love will start,
Oh, love will truly start.
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