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Reason is a pen with nothing to write; As my tongue, a ready string on an ancient harp. I fast and sit, in stillness and darkness; But Life's a gift; and Chance, unmoved and unmovable - just another name for God.
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
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Reason is a pen with nothing to write; As my tongue, a ready string on an ancient harp. I fast and sit, in stillness and darkness; But Life's a gift; and Chance, unmoved and unmovable - just another name for God.
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
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