Legs tired from running;
sore from.
still, longing, longing
for a little more
What man, you
have created? O God
must be on your mind
when you made mankind
Else, how could your
creation survive?
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Legs tired from running; sore from. still, longing, longing for a little more What man, you have created? O God must be on your mind when you made mankind Else, how could your creation survive?