In that
My heart escapes
Me and,
Entertains its own
Ideas, without my
Consent.
But I know
Now not
To reach for what it
Is too
Far above me.
In that
My heart escapes
Me and,
Entertains its own
Ideas, without my
Consent.
But I know
Now not
To reach for what it
Is too
Far above me.
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