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Listening to: Love divine
Seal

Would that i lived on your fragrance
like a bloom on the strength of your sweet light
that your hands would tend to me
to me, to me, your hands on me alone

In your care my vines will yield
In your patience you gather harvest
And in my winter are pruned my sweetest

By the fire, when wine is tasted
each draught, each sip, every taste.
Intoxicating,
the rememberence.