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Maid of the Yonder, I call upon your brilliance of hope. Eyes bright like the sparkles of the sea, Lost in memory, stumped in desperation- May this song appease the tears you hold.
If I could look into your eyes deeply, see your soul Your baby soul. Like remembering my own; you'd know I love you forreal, embraced in a cradle. Admiring soul
Cradle my heart. Wrap it in swaddling cloth And gently hold it close. Sing to my soul. Let your voice caress me And your words heal my aches. Give me your hand. Lead me through the night