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A lost young petal Wondering souls I see the dream you seek Follow me please, if you dare. The dream is coming For you and me. I return by yourside | ||||||||||||||||
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With a heart in my hand. It is like a bright fire dancing To the slow music turning. My heart as smooth as ivory Has turned to a lonely, sulfur. I retire my heart now to you, Love me because I love you. | ||||||||||||||||
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Creation of woman from the rib of man: She was not made of his head to top him; nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him; but out of his side to be equal with him; under his arm, to be protected; and near his heart to be beloved. | ||||||||||||||||
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