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Searching for the inconceivable,
Striving for the unattainable,
Here I stand and think and sigh,
wanting just to know.

The chill gusts wrack my nerves vehemently, though physically I merely shiver.

Drifting among the sighs that populate my mind, consciousness threatens to slip unnoticed into oblivion.

Lord lock my heart in a cage, that it mightn't leap at the sight/thought of anyone 'till he you have ordained for me, that I may discern him amidst crowds; grant me the fullest life possible with a heart so enlocked.


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