Your voice rolls across me, (like - )
Comfort worn thickly;
You hold the rain and I
Trust the storm to come;
The searing lust flashes before me, (like - )
Blinding; Binding;
My service is Yours,
My search, extinguished.
Comfort worn thickly;
You hold the rain and I
Trust the storm to come;
The searing lust flashes before me, (like - )
Blinding; Binding;
My service is Yours,
My search, extinguished.
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