This one moment draws near, this vague will becomes clear
Once more, it’s in your hands
Once more, it’s in your eyes
Once more, that one picture expands
The truths this pen, now writes
That calls upon those lights
That descend
Across this time
Heaven’s story writer draws here
Drawing things that draw tears
Now that heart’s of love now appear
Once more, you can hold it
Once more, you can mold it
Be sure that it’s folded tightly
The words this letter holds
Within creases and folds
Mark the page
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