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Summer nights

and thunderous rain

Dark clouds hover

Yet no more is the tearing pain

Or the ache that once hurt me deep

For I am loved by the woman who

Beats all the other daughters of Eve.

Love is a miraculous balm

That can heal the worst of wounds

And the woman who is my beloved own

Has brought back joy to my town.

You will ask me who is she

I will say she's mine only

I revel in her God-blessed love

And do not want nothing else now.

So even if the lightning flares

And with roaring sounds dares to stare

At me like it used to do once

I will laugh at it saying: "I don't care".

The love of my beloved lights my world

And as long as it is mine I don't care...