Today I sit and ponder deep,
How shall I make my dreams complete?
Drifting high in skies so steep,
My restless heart finds no retreat.
Some voices rise, they call my name,
My silence prevails all the same,
Not weak, though a girl I may be,
For much of strength rests in me.w
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