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| by Esme Phaolain |
Where night falls soft like silken threads,
and love is held above our heads,
And I lie dreaming in my bed,
That's where you'll find me, dear.
Where rivers wander with nowhere to go,
And dew smells sweet like fresh- fallen snow,
And tenderly coos a beautiful dove,
That's where you'll find me, love.
Where love is whispered by two young lovers,
Whispering dreams beneath their covers,
And life- long love above me hovers,
That's where we'll find each other.
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