The story begins, flocking us two, round our truth in love with you, there came unto, in
Hate, tormented crowd, round you, too, I can tell you how, in beauty
I think of you, as woman moved by woman’s beauty, moves her earth, proud
In her spirit, high aim in her spirit, her angelic, heavens might illuminate, dissipate
Crimes of hate, and leave us tell the story, of loving of you, your truth become beautiful
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