About You ever thinking,
Days, they go by.
In thought's stream absorbed am I;
No bank on it is there.
Like a bubble on the ocean
Is my worth to the vast sky.
And yet I am its most beloved;
Such a hope does shine.
Will end to thought ever arrive,
Myself received as Thine?
Yes, You will make love bright
At heart's paradise.
Days, they go by.
In thought's stream absorbed am I;
No bank on it is there.
Like a bubble on the ocean
Is my worth to the vast sky.
And yet I am its most beloved;
Such a hope does shine.
Will end to thought ever arrive,
Myself received as Thine?
Yes, You will make love bright
At heart's paradise.
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