And my soul will rebound at your touch Then swell so large and finally free To pursue a course of love and joy Where only once was black disharmony. So touch away, my endless love, Touch me in ways so far from mine, Touch me as you would your deepest desire Then take my hand and walk with me. As partners we go, hand in hand Down the windswept lanes of happy life To nevermore be alone again When the raven black of night descends.
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