The random drift of sleep
Translates what's in my head.
Where what I've buried deep,
Can rise, though once unsaid.
Translates what's in my head.
Where what I've buried deep,
Can rise, though once unsaid.
Studying the gospel is like- Catching a double rainbow; Each drop of wisdom reflects light- Hinting there is more to see and know!
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