Yet know my eyes not of day
Yet sing the song of the meadowlark
That I might look your way
How captured I am by your lilt
That my eyes might shine for you so may
To touch upon thy tender heart
To fill me of my day
Sweet sounds of crystal
How thy rim me is quite clear
Perfect Love you seem to me
Golden to my ear
Tarry all day to the bliss of you
Yes I do My Dear
For are thou not my call of Love
And so to my song of Love to hear
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