Upon the page
I write today
Of things to be
And to be done,
Of fears full-blown,
Of Loves unkown
And yearning to be One.
I endless put
My pen to page.
Upon the page
I write today
Of things to be
And to be done,
Of fears full-blown,
Of Loves unkown
And yearning to be One.
I endless put
My pen to page.
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