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My eyes are your signs,
Your Good news;
Years,
You were hidden to emotions,
A gentile of love.
You lived unworthy
Of the promises of affection.
Until you found grace
By the gospel of love
My eyes preached.My smiles are your wonders,
Your miracle;
You have been wounded deep,
Bruised bad.
Your heart clothed in disappointed blood.
You were coloured dark
By the grudges of doubt.
But now you believe again
By the wonders of my smile.
Your Good news;
Years,
You were hidden to emotions,
A gentile of love.
You lived unworthy
Of the promises of affection.
Until you found grace
By the gospel of love
My eyes preached.My smiles are your wonders,
Your miracle;
You have been wounded deep,
Bruised bad.
Your heart clothed in disappointed blood.
You were coloured dark
By the grudges of doubt.
But now you believe again
By the wonders of my smile.
My life is your miracle,
Your lone hope;
You have wandered the earth
Years, for no reasonable cause,
Restless and deficient.
You were lost
Reveling in your own misery,
Until you found hope.
Until I found you.I am your sign.
Your wonders
And your miracle.
Your lone hope;
You have wandered the earth
Years, for no reasonable cause,
Restless and deficient.
You were lost
Reveling in your own misery,
Until you found hope.
Until I found you.I am your sign.
Your wonders
And your miracle.
