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Kiss Of My Soul

Majestic fresh dew, from morning's light, isn't new
God spoke to Job bout 'night-drops' of Heaven's dew
Bringing birth to Revelation's night-drops as rain
I need your awesome Heart-kisses to revive me again

Magical mist 'sweet fragrance' of Heaven's garden
Straight from the heart of my Valentine's pardon
In through the latticework His hand stretched forth
Anchored in Mount Zion, on the sides of the North

Beauty for ashes, the joy of all my expectation
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