No More Will I Wander
I found beauty in nothing
As i harvested the world
But i missed the little field
Where you outshone
The golden sheaves of corn.
Would it not be good
To walk with me today
To shed your outer coat
And embrace in lovers play.
No more will I wander
For I have surely found
The one that sets me under
Oh this is passion
This is not barren ground
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