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in wonder
An exclamation of wonder
With breath left in squander,
Leaves me panting for air
Caught up in your snare,
I need more of this stress
It’s a pleasure must confess,
If all the troubles were like this
All the world will be a bliss,
So I egg on in my watch
Till my eyes will form a blotch,
Cause I’ll never let them close
At that vision so grandiose.
With breath left in squander,
Leaves me panting for air
Caught up in your snare,
I need more of this stress
It’s a pleasure must confess,
If all the troubles were like this
All the world will be a bliss,
So I egg on in my watch
Till my eyes will form a blotch,
Cause I’ll never let them close
At that vision so grandiose.
Published 11th Feb 2021
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