Upon a darkened night,
The Flame of Love was burning in my breast,
and by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest.
(The Dark Night of the Soul - St. John of The Cross)
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Upon a darkened night,
The Flame of Love was burning in my breast,
and by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest.
(The Dark Night of the Soul - St. John of The Cross)