Our beautiful Lord
Golden with desire
I try to catch him
But he is oh too fast
For my hidden moments
So awake & complete
He tends me down
And somewhat lower
Balance I suppose
The lesson of today
Among the many
I thank him for it
He thanks me for caring
I have nothing left to say
Come on now, he spurs me on
OK, it's nice to know you
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