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By Wordley (R.H.) Submitted by wordley Date: 2002 Feb 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.25.12.14.30559]] |
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Oh dearest maid, pray sing to me, for many a keep have I seen Not knowest I which stone-raised guardian is keeper to my queen If thou hast heard me pass close by, let me hear your dulcet tones All the miles that hath passed, and all I have heard is the winter wind's mournful moans If thou knowest where my lady lies, please, I beg of thee Show me the path that leads to the door, for I have the sweetest key Love can open any door if love be locked inside, Love can mend any wound, can erase all the nights you have cried I hear you now, your sweetest song falls gently on my soul And with you safely by my side this love will again be whole |