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The Heart Of A Woman
The Heart Of A Woman
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O WHAT to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest
He bade me out into the gloom
And my breast lies upon his breast.
O WHAT to me my Mother's care
The house where I was safe and Warm
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes
I am no more with life and death
My heart upon his warm heart lies
My breath is mixed into his breath.
