His cheeks are blushed with love, As a bed of spices blooms in the Spring; As sweet flowers filled with color. His lips like lilies, The instruments of his words, Dropping sweet smelling myrrh. Perfuming the world with joy.
Song 5.13 |His Cheeks

His cheeks are blushed with love, As a bed of spices blooms in the Spring; As sweet flowers filled with color. His lips like lilies, The instruments of his words, Dropping sweet smelling myrrh. Perfuming the world with joy.
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