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Looking for a silver lining                every time                           it turns out wrong Weighing reasons to believe                looking for an                           un-lost heart to behold Seeking a golden skeleton key                that unlocks                           the secret garden’s                                  velvet gate Feeling the deep ache                 of cold and lonely                            on a golden autumn morn Walk along the garden pathway                follow me down                            the wooded pensive trail See the reflection in the wishing well                 looking wistfully back                             unbidden eyes' do tell Feeling never enough                like a pearl-less oyster’s                            empty shell Tripped and fell another dawning                trying to come in                            out of the storm The only silver lining                betides the moment,                                                          ***sipping words                             of hopeful waters                from your well ...*** wild is the wind
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Sipping words of hopeful waters from your Well
Looking for a silver lining                every time                           it turns out wrong Weighing reasons to believe                looking for an                           un-lost heart to behold Seeking a golden skeleton key                that unlocks                           the secret garden’s                                  velvet gate Feeling the deep ache                 of cold and lonely                            on a golden autumn morn Walk along the garden pathway                follow me down                            the wooded pensive trail See the reflection in the wishing well                 looking wistfully back                             unbidden eyes' do tell Feeling never enough                like a pearl-less oyster’s                            empty shell Tripped and fell another dawning                trying to come in                            out of the storm The only silver lining                betides the moment,                                                          ***sipping words                             of hopeful waters                from your well ...*** wild is the wind
"A wise man can see more from the bottom of a well than a fool can from a mountain top ."
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
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