From a distance waiting to be touched by that one,
for i whisper her glory afar.
Waiting to be heard my passion,
the chanting of my silent love.
What is her name?
for i see only stars.
My every prayer's appeal,
but its vastness is still unknown.
How i long to have the silk she will make,
the radiance of her light.
The tapestry she will have,
the columns we can build.
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