Sara Hickman rapture

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The nightingale outside my window
Can sense the sorrow… I can not bear
Her song so sweet…So high and bitter
She sings the last tears of my last prayer
I dreamed a rainbow… No chance to change the story
We were wide open… Across the sky
A whispered word… So long forgotten
When I was captured… By blissful rapture

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