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sing to me the harmonies of your resounding truth teach me how to live with the light of your heliocentric life mend my messy human heart with your strong yet gentle hands show me how to fight like a god with your bow of silver strum me the way you play your golden lyre on starlit evenings by the sea let me kneel before you and worship you in the ruins of your temple and every morning when your trot along the clouds on your chariot to bring the sun across the sky look down and find me, and know that i will be waiting.
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
Dear Apollo,
sing to me the harmonies of your resounding truth teach me how to live with the light of your heliocentric life mend my messy human heart with your strong yet gentle hands show me how to fight like a god with your bow of silver strum me the way you play your golden lyre on starlit evenings by the sea let me kneel before you and worship you in the ruins of your temple and every morning when your trot along the clouds on your chariot to bring the sun across the sky look down and find me, and know that i will be waiting.
panaginip
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
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