Nothing discernable to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidible, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
therapy
I could have lost myself In rough blue waters in your eyes And I miss you still
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But I don't have to make this mistake And I don't have to stay this way If only I would wake
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