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Sade - Cherish the Day

As I work, I'm listening to some music. Sade enters my headset and I'm moved. Of course this isn't the first time I've heard the song but its the first time I've really listened. Every word touching my soul. I'm not going to post the song, only the lyrics. If you want to hear the song, click the title.

Just read.

This is LOVE.



Cherish The Day lyrics
You're ruling the way that I move
And I breathe your air
You only can rescue me
This is my prayer
If you were mine
If you were mine
I wouldn't want to go to heaven

I cherish the day
I won't go astray
I won't be afraid
You won't catch me running
You're ruling the way that I move
You take my air

You show me how deep love can be

You're ruling the way that I move
And I breathe your air
You only can rescue me
This is my prayer

I Cherish the Day
I won't go astray
I won't be afraid
You won't catch me running
I Cherish the Day
I won't go astray
I won't be afraid
Won't run away

You show me how deep love can be
You show me how deep love can be
This is my prayer

I Cherish the Day
I won't go astray
I won't be afraid
Won't run away
Won't shy

I Cherish the Day
I won't go astray

I Cherish the Day
I Cherish the Day
I Cherish the Day
I Cherish the Day
I Cherish the Day

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