Complete that of which you are that in this the word
encased it is whereupon, ' silence is sweet…
The accolade flowing silk full robes
and sweetheart of one thing and the mind, which it waits…
And had enough thus continued of the song
which breaks virtue is even and fast either one eternally.
Give each thereon the remuneration it is waiting…
Be a river...Be the river you are..peacocks are waiting...iip
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