come home to the place where the earth is warm

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When on these chilly silent nights my heart holds still
D sounds of distant barking dogs of past passions
Lay to rest the last of the wreaths of fates
D gates of heaven finally leading to d pits of hell

When d last hair of my shadow falls
And my eyes droop finally in trust of summer
As my soul eagerly awaits d beauty of spring
D only assurance of life is d thought of you
Come home soon my love
To dis place where the earth is warm
Where the love is true

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