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Sons and daughters of the dust |
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Strangers of time and place |
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For a while your limbs entwine |
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Holy marriage of the flesh |
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But I know your ways |
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Your ways are not mortal thought |
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Till the day breaks and shadows run |
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Run away |
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So shine on harvest moon |
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Cast you might on the ripening corn |
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And I look at your life |
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Hold you in my arms |
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With all the power in the days of youth |
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In the fullness of love |
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Fields run deep in golden swards |
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Hot summer winds blow through the corn |
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Cast off your sorrows now you stand |
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In the presence of the Lord |
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And your radiance shines |
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Like the moon of all innocent grace |
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To know that we dared breathe belief |
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To love again |
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So shine on harvest moon |
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Cast you might on the ripening corn |
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And I look at your life |
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Hold you in my arms |
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With all the power in the days of youth |
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In the fullness of love |
