Lovingly To You
J
James McLain
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In my blindness i was blind eye O mine
to pluck from thee to kind
roam back to me.
Silence golden not to some waves crash
upon your shores.
Light in your garden lends to I a fresh
scent to me the breeze
may blow..
Such are the dulce blocks from Klods
path on now he roams..
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