Take a look in your soul, see if the crying has stopped! See if my love hath taken your heart to make light, where your hair is so lovely fair, You can take this luminous gleaming heart – Take it from my hands, like a new start, use it to bring that love from the dark.
To bare this gift upon you, against this sky, is like the ocean I desire to be mine! All mine, just like you. And I want you to know, I feel the sadness too. I feel it and it hurts me to feel it so; But I'm going to help you grow – Because I want you to know -–my love is everything to know.
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