In Whom Answers and Questions are all One
Who was a stranger to me
Until the first I met you
Whose heart was sore and lonely
Whose eyes sought to be made new
Who watched while I was weeping
Who dared become my new hope
Who woke while I was sleeping
Whose hand was like a life rope
Whose dreams I dreamt in sorrow
Whose life lived in my dying
Who stole away tomorrow
Your loving is my crying
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