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[the_royal_sonia]

In my heart's sequestered chambers lie truths stripped of poet's gloss.
Words alone are vain and vacant, and my heart is mute.

In response to aching silence memory summons half-heard voices,
and my soul finds primal eloquence
and wraps me in song,
wraps
me
in
song.

If you would comfort me, sing me a lullaby.
If you would win my heart, sing me a love song.
If you would mourn me and bring me to God,
sing me a requiem,
sing me to heaven.

Touch in me grief and comfort;
Love and passion,
Pain and pleasure.

Sing me a lullaby,
a love song,
a requiem.

Love me,
comfort me,
bring me to God:

Sing me a love song,
sing me to heaven.