HEAL

A candid smile to a distant you Stoned me hard in a harsh throw I caught them all and never tilt Firming the stand that I built Gracious me wishing to touch Our thorn needs to be patched. Let our souls dance and sing. Get rid of the pride of our being Let us relish these beauteous. We have a short time in joyous. I gaze up to You there in beg. Heal all those hearts in bleed.

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