That stranger
who comes like a solemn breeze
and captivates my reasoning
That manna
which falls from heaven
and fills me even
That sonorous voice
which whispers sweet melody
and melts my worries
That race
which quickens my hearbeat
and I must win
You are as the solemn breeze
yet a fiercy furnace
as a warm quilt
yet a piercing arrow
You are one
which even in pain must be won!
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