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SPEAK GENTLE ONE

Speak gently to me my love
I can see the stars of paradise in your eyes
Lost in the beauty of your skies
I don't want to be found I want to get lost
Speak gently to me my love
I have done all and more I can do
All even what I would not do I'd do for you
Speak to me my gentle one
Like a silvery ringing river speak to me
Like a star too high I pray reach for me
Let me hold you in my hands and eyes
Hold me in your eyes
Hold me and let me touch your skin
Kiss your lips and forgive my stubborn will
Let me love you this minute
That is all of life I live
Let this minute be forever 


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