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Fine 🖤😐
You have made me infinite, such is your happiness. You empty this weak vessel over and over again, and always fill it with new life.
This little reed flute that you have played on the hills and streams and breathed in it is new forever.
By the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart loses its limits in bliss and gives rise to an indescribable utterance.
It is on these small hands of mine that I get your infinite gift. Ages pass, and yet you rain, and there is still room to fill.🖤
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This little reed flute that you have played on the hills and streams and breathed in it is new forever.
By the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart loses its limits in bliss and gives rise to an indescribable utterance.
It is on these small hands of mine that I get your infinite gift. Ages pass, and yet you rain, and there is still room to fill.🖤
© All Rights Reserved
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