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Grab my heart in your great fist,

And squeeze it into life, or death,

For I feel not what's worst or best,

And what remains of my warm breath.

Indeed, I need your hold and might

Until I figure what I own,

Morning stabbing the heart of night,

To show me what the wind has blown.


I shall travel East and West

And ask the help of shining stars,

To find my way to Spirit of quest,

That won't be worthy if not far.


I won't befool myself again

Into sadness or despair.

All I'll conquer, for no fame,

But my heart, you conquer there.

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Love it! So beautiful I

Love it!

So beautiful I couldn't resist just whispering a few of the lines several times in a row after reading them.