Audra Lynn
Audra Lynn
Audra Lynn
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Audra Lynn
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A garden locked is my Bride to Me
A fountain sealed, though you have been set free
A spring enclosed, a pleasant living stream
Oh, My Bride, won't you open to Me
Awake, O wind
Blow on My garden