We sit in Church, as the bell
Tolls,
That Heavenly Chorus, rises and
Flows...
To the highest octave of our Love, as it
Grows.
Forgiveness is sweetest in your
Eyes,
As God answers my heart-felt, Earthly
Cries:
For a Love which never, ever, ever
Dies.
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