Amen
I’m longing for a congress:
To an audience of God, I’ll speak;
Like it’s my mission,
And giving the ghost,
I’ll pray to His Majesty!
If this clock should chime,
May our time entwine our hands;
Her garb is a glory sweet;
Heather’s pretty, I think:
So, let it be –
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