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You smell like home, Wherein the woman waits you a

You smell like home, Wherein the woman waits you awhile, Bearing the weight of love thru your close, Lay the wild kiss in the old sweet way. Now, with the little wet night at peace Turned to the earth with its own delight Light of our spirit, a quiet sight Fair or hot beneath the cloak of night. Young earth is the world with dewy stars. Still the cold stars as your people seem, Making a quiet cloud to the moon. Rich as a light in light as a dream ©Jashan fatta You smell like home, Wherein the woman waits you awhile, Bearing the weight of love thru your close, Lay the wild kiss in the old sweet way. Now, with the little wet night at peace Turned to the earth with its own delight Light of our spirit, a quiet sight
You smell like home, Wherein the woman waits you awhile, Bearing the weight of love thru your close, Lay the wild kiss in the old sweet way. Now, with the little wet night at peace Turned to the earth with its own delight Light of our spirit, a quiet sight Fair or hot beneath the cloak of night. Young earth is the world with dewy stars. Still the cold stars as your people seem, Making a quiet cloud to the moon. Rich as a light in light as a dream ©Jashan fatta You smell like home, Wherein the woman waits you awhile, Bearing the weight of love thru your close, Lay the wild kiss in the old sweet way. Now, with the little wet night at peace Turned to the earth with its own delight Light of our spirit, a quiet sight
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