Love Cleansed This Soul
I’ve searched the deserts of my soul.
Yes, countless miles and times.
Thirsting for a place where love
could quench, this troubled will.
And so, I roamed those stead less hills
on a camel draped with gold.
Glittering noughts, I had to give.
Love was mere wanton goad.
But now, I have (just) me that’s left.
And You, my thirst relief.
Oasis of this Magi’s tref
Love, cleanse this soul its grief.
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