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Oh, blessed wisdom that led the sages' path, for it was theirs the bliss of reaching the living idea, on flesh and bone human like. Oh, how seldom men are granted such a prize! So I wonder whose hand led my path, of wisdom so unlike, so sinfully unbeliever of what could be, for I have seen the love I dreamed of and secretively drank from the mead that was not mine to take. So I wonder whose hand led my path and keeps me here, gazing from a distance, imposing me to run away if he said he loved me...
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
The wise men and a stolen sip from a graal
Oh, blessed wisdom that led the sages' path, for it was theirs the bliss of reaching the living idea, on flesh and bone human like. Oh, how seldom men are granted such a prize! So I wonder whose hand led my path, of wisdom so unlike, so sinfully unbeliever of what could be, for I have seen the love I dreamed of and secretively drank from the mead that was not mine to take. So I wonder whose hand led my path and keeps me here, gazing from a distance, imposing me to run away if he said he loved me...
6.1.2015 Inspired by the religious motives of the three wise men and the holly graal, and also by the song "I don't know how to love him", by Mary Magdalene's character, in "Jesus Christ superstar" (1973) [see line in italic].
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
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