Divine Our Love, Our Loves Divine
Let each a breath
Command them well
For the sun that doesn’t shine
When the doctor falls to his dear death
And the birds that fly with time
In their feathers there's a love
In the heart of a dove,
That dove resigns
And a mother declines,
Her child’s breast
And the earth that's dressed
Brings that baby to its rest
Divine our love, our love divine
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