As perched two of Us, We
Come love, we sing the morn's glee,
Now that we have settled onto Our souls
Filled to the brim our emptied love laden bowls,
Come, love, we send our music to those
Who have not yet woken to our morrows,
Come we send our love more and more
To make them wake up to our lovely lore,
We wake them up with our songs of Heart
Come Love, we tell upon them our jovial hurts,
Now that we have chosen to sit beside us,
And feel each other in our eyes opened thus,
Come, Heart, we drench the World with Love,
With which we've woven our beauteous cove.
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