One of the purest source of joy,
I athirst more and more.
Comforts the broken hearted
And instills unseen relief to their broken hearts.
Of every being, young and old,
You enchant and render merry.
Your worth is spoken from every mouth,
The sweetness and meaning you add to life.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
One of the purest source of joy,
I athirst more and more.
Comforts the broken hearted
And instills unseen relief to their broken hearts.
Of every being, young and old,
You enchant and render merry.
Your worth is spoken from every mouth,
The sweetness and meaning you add to life.
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