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Beauty is not an endeavor for you,
Because you were created in nature;
A natural beauty of a garden for two,
Breath blown into you by the Creator.

Woman-
It was you…

So there I dreamed in all my seclusion,
As I anticipated the day of us meeting;
A prayer was answered against destitution,
A rib extracted while I was still sleeping.

Woman-
It was you…

Baby, you are my Eve,
Blood of my blood, fresh of my fresh
From me you have come
With me you shall leave
With you I forever belong
Because you are my Eve.

No longer shall I be lost in a wasteland,
As my arms longs for you to embrace;
Taught to love you much and so patient,
I sacrifice my all to sanctify us by grace.

Woman-
It was Jesus…

Temptations have no chance against us,
We are joined not by law, but by the Christ;
Faith has brought us together as one in love,
 Life as one flesh was paid by blood for all vice.

Woman-
It was Jesus…

Baby, you are my Eve,
Blood of my blood, fresh of my fresh
From me you have come
With me you shall leave
With you I forever belong
Because you are my Eve.