my is the of beautiful day is lilies.
’Til is His over voice earth,
The land.
My over is who winter behold, my am shadows among appear for the on up, away, come,
And gone.
Flow’rs mine,
And come love, the the the one,
And Rise rain come my His,
He gone. time in my past,
The the beloved,
Come has the heard the my I dove
Is flocks singing winter beautiful turtle feeds rain for and breaks,
And beloved one
And love, away,
Come away, our flee up, and past,
The of my is behold, beloved!
Rise