I spring, like the joyful splay of life unending
I play, with the note of hope that I am sending
I land, with no harm nor pain nor penance pending
I am—You—rippled by the Soul's intending
I play, with the note of hope that I am sending
I land, with no harm nor pain nor penance pending
I am—You—rippled by the Soul's intending
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Monochrome Juliasha
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