When my thirst and hunger
not defined
as if plutonic lava
beneath the clogged vent confined.
Don't know I, who sings in me
A little while, for I am enlightened
I thank thee. - - - -An enchanting piece of write about the glory of love, thanks for sharing.
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When my thirst and hunger not defined as if plutonic lava beneath the clogged vent confined. Don't know I, who sings in me A little while, for I am enlightened I thank thee. - - - -An enchanting piece of write about the glory of love, thanks for sharing.
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