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Pollen blanketing the earth, chirping in the bower, | Pollen blanketing the earth, chirping in the bower, | ||
The days of honey gone by— | The days of honey gone by— | ||
With all the sweetness in my mind, | |||
Still I lose myself in Him. | |||
There were so many words, so many thoughts, | |||
So many unvoiced wounds to my pride— | |||
Today, with all that blending together, | |||
Why do I still rush toward Him? | |||
Why do | |||
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