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Before this heart grows older and colder,
I wander and wonder — to grow younger, truer.
In darkness I wander,
In wilderness I wonder.
Darkness learns to glow,
Wilderness learns to echo.
Now shadows learn to listen,
and silence learns to flow.
Ink learns to sing
from mercy’s unseen spring.
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