Refuge

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Refuge

When thorns choke the life from you

And all the skies are bleak with rain

When all else have abandoned you

Right by your side, invisible, I remain

My arms the open shelter,

My lips, loves true stain,

My heart the payment,

Your heart, my gain.

Through life's darkest storm

and deaths longest sleep

Forever in the depths of my heart

will be your fortress keep.

Your arms, my hiding place

Your eyes from which love does seep

Your heart the gift of mercy,

My heart buried within you deep

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