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Not knowing comfort nor sublime distress,
Nor feeling high concerns to cause my stress,
I lived unaware, till you appeared,
Oh genius mine, whose presence I revered.
Then soon enough, the heavens opened wide,
Filling my soul with rapture when it cried;
I found delight in breaking bread with friends,
Nourishing others from my own hands.
29.12.2025. 07:53
Not knowing comfort nor sublime distress
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