210 The Boon
Scold me, my Lord, untiringly.
Insult me, my Lord, unreservedly.
But, my Lord, do not forget Your Boon.
You told me millions of years ago
That You would grant me the capacity
To love You sleeplessly;
Something more, unconditionally.
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210 The BoonScold me, my Lord, untiringly. Insult me, my Lord, unreservedly. But, my Lord, do not forget Your Boon. You told me millions of years ago That You would grant me the capacity To love You sleeplessly; Something more, unconditionally. |
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