My soul, a translucent pond, Waters clear, imbued with the light Of the golden burning sun Not a drop disturbed, Not a wave displaced, Until inevitably, Another comes along
My soul, a translucent pond, Waters clear, imbued with the light Of the golden burning sun Not a drop disturbed, Not a wave displaced, Until inevitably, Another comes along
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