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Fields Of Stone

Breath of beauty, smell of myrrh
For all my love it does stir
That of which my heart awakes
My lips of red softly quake
 
Your touch be, as gentle spring
All my heart melody sings
Flowing under crimson moon
Weaving into light of noon
 
I’ll lay with you, in fields of stone
There we tarry not alone
Tween the earth and somber sky
Overhead the angels fly

(2013)

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