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My Lord Supreme,Our lack of aspiration displeases You.
Our lack of dedication displeases You.
My Lord, is there anything we have
That does please You?
"Yes, My child,
Your heart's soul-flooded smile."
Our lack of aspiration displeases You.
Our lack of dedication displeases You.
My Lord, is there anything we have
That does please You?
"Yes, My child,
Your heart's soul-flooded smile."
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