My beloved, he calls, he Put in his hand, and did wondrously By the hole of the door, I was drawn. And my bowels were moved, When I heard him stir For him, I prevented the dawn.
Song 5.4 |The Door
My beloved, he calls, he Put in his hand, and did wondrously By the hole of the door, I was drawn. And my bowels were moved, When I heard him stir For him, I prevented the dawn.
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