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To be or not to be
I found a place to be free
I always wanted to express
In depth my heart to test

For now is little
In a box full of litter
Help me find the shine
In my thoughts, in my mine

Happy to be hear
Knowing I will harvest
All that was nourished
All these years to the fullest

God may guide me
To be the poet he designed
To bring glory to his name
I think I found another way

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