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You feel endless to me, Like abundance I dream to be Soft, flowing, supple stream Like a living dream Unearth the gold within your breast you do, we will, at God's request Less the strain of our demands To rake our hearts in strident hands Easy do come you to me Pour your loving endlessly River of joy, freedom's Will Ne'er my heart again be still When, laughing, I embrace your gifts Now, now I yearn to feel with All of them, and all of you Dearest heart, my dream come true copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |