EASTER MASS
The struggle of these last few days
Melts away as I lay
With your head on my chest
Your heartbeat reteaches
My own to rest
The sound of your voice
Pulls me from the wreckage
Of the crash
I'm reviving
As the minutes pass
Darling holding you
Is Easter mass
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