Houses
The house we built with hands,
To shelter love's delight
From the pitchy night,
Dark and empty stands.
But from our house of dreams
Everlasting light
Through the pitchy night
Pours in golden streams.
To shelter love's delight
From the pitchy night,
Dark and empty stands.
But from our house of dreams
Everlasting light
Through the pitchy night
Pours in golden streams.
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