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A sip of water is beautiful
beneath the summer sun sweet to the body and to the soul when want and need are one. I'm on the edge of a chasm deep and brother I can see far below, but a step away the consequence of fear. The blade of the sword is cold as stone the edge is tempered blue the leather hilt tells to the hand the logic warriors know. How to distinguish beginning from end? for, smothered in bitterness arrives the medicine of soul that spells deliverance. |