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When I think of, dream of, love
It is like new wine in summer,
Or a quilt for cold nights in winter
I dream of her; O come, return to me, my dove!
When I think of, dream of, love
I see nothing, except your face
You give me reason to breathe – your grace
Fills my heart; return to me, my dove!
Refresh me, cool water for a parched soul
Hide me in your wings, from the chill
Of winter’s night, your warmth like goose down fill
O keep me by your warmth, make me whole!
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