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DIVINE CARESS

Lamb of God, never wish for slaves.

The moon like a white host

lights up my body sliding over yours.

For God is love and we the faithful.

And since he made us with a touch

I touch you, too, with this caress as you cover me

with happiness throughout the night.

Blessed be he who loves like that.

Free us, Lord, of all the lambs and sheep

and give us this, our daily one another.