Without you Lord
the sweetest fruit
turns to ash on my tongue
there is no joy
in the most beautiful song
the rose’s perfume
is all but gone
without you Lord
a single moment
would be far too long
~Robert Van Valkenburgh

Without you Lord
the sweetest fruit
turns to ash on my tongue
there is no joy
in the most beautiful song
the rose’s perfume
is all but gone
without you Lord
a single moment
would be far too long
~Robert Van Valkenburgh

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