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Gently now, my sweet
in your arms, let me sleep.

Take me on a heaven-bent ride
where angels like you abide.

Grant me peace Iíve never known
all thatís holy, let me be shown.

See our destiny in celestial glory
ours will be a blessed story.

Gently now before I waken
pull me close, ever unforsaken.

By poetryaa3

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