There are no words to say how much I love you:Half my love might fit into a song.In times of prayer I look for you to hold,Reaching for you more as I grow old,Taking, as I gave when I was strong.Years have turned the tides of Being towards you.
Now my hopes are reconfigured for you:In me there's no bright dream for which I long,Nor measure of my pride as I beholdEach day the grace your childhood foretold
Now my hopes are reconfigured for you:In me there's no bright dream for which I long,Nor measure of my pride as I beholdEach day the grace your childhood foretold
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