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Rh They danced over the Pillow white And the Angels of Providence left the Bed

I thought Love livd in the hot sun Shine But O he lives in the Moony light I thought to find Love in the heat of day But sweet Love is the Comforter of Night

Seek Love in the Pity of others Woe In the gentle relief of anothers care In the darkness of night & the winters snow In the naked & outcast Seek Love there