Beloved Mystery
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Sandra Feldman
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You are a Mystery to me,
Made out of velvet and black lace,
I feel you at night,
But in the darkness,
I cannot see your face.
You are a Mystery to me,
A Mystery, I want to know,
But it hurts to try to find my way,
And I suffer as I go.
In the secret Abyss of all lives,
So much is never known,
But the mystery of love remains,
The greatest one, Unknown!
Yet your Mystery, Mystifies me,
It's with me night and day,
You have left your presence in my soul,
Where, Beloved Mystery will stay.
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