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| I am
the Holy One, The Royal One Who comes in onto you, Like a summer storm streaming And a night full of dew. I run down your hills And fill up your valleys. I sing in your cells And dance in your alleys - That wind through your dreams And the streams as they role . . . Upon the shores of your heart And in the heat of your Soul. . . . . . . Roderick 1989 |