Come to me.
Wear a garb of flesh
and come to me.
Though I see you behind the mist
with the eyes of my mind,
I cannot touch you,
except in dreams;
I cannot hold you,
except in hopes;
until you wear a robe of flesh
and come to me.
and come to me.
Though I see you behind the mist
with the eyes of my mind,
I cannot touch you,
except in dreams;
I cannot hold you,
except in hopes;
until you wear a robe of flesh
and come to me.
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