My beauty is in what is folded into my heart
It lies open and untouched
so as to mark the beginning of eternity
Flowing through it moves me to say,
Can this water offer elegance to wonder?
And is it fruitful?
My beauty is in what is folded into my heart
It lies open and untouched
so as to mark the beginning of eternity
Flowing through it moves me to say,
Can this water offer elegance to wonder?
And is it fruitful?
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