She was a season late but she came
Dripping, soothing, calming
To redirect his path of wild oats
She was his grace, his Alabaster Jar!
She came a season late, but she came
To refresh his soul as brook of waters
To fill his days with laughter, his nights with longing.
The night she came, the stars were many
The songs were graceful
Soulful
Filling
She, his Alabaster Jar!
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