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We dwelled inside a sphere of holy love
Which we and angels shared for just a while
Where our below is linked to heaven above
To cradle us inside God’s sacred smile.
This state of grace in which I sang for you
Made all the Ward turn holy for an hour
As to my love I ever would be true
Even now he was become a withered flower.
Earth to earth and ash to ash we go
With dear hearts holding us in case we fall
And being flesh we all must undergo
An end or new beginning of our call.
Once he died, the sphere of grace was gone.
Yet in my mind, that smile will linger on
