On Loafmass-Eve (High Summer) fifteen years ago Nick and I walked past each other, reached out our hands and pulled ourselves the one to the other.
Your love feels
Like trumpets sound
I said your love feels
Like trumpets sound
Your life is like a mountain
Yes, your life is like a mountain
And your heart is like a church
With wide open doors
And to be with you
Is to find myself in the best of dreams
Your love feels like trumpets
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