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79 lines
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<h1>Zk | More EEC.</h1>
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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
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<p><em>linger</em></p>
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<details text="i carry your heart/i am a little church"><summary>i carry your heart/i am a little church</summary>
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
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my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
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i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
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by only me is your doing,my darling)
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i fear
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no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
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no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
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and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
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and whatever a sun will always sing is you
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here is the deepest secret nobody knows
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(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
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and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
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higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
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and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
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i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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i am a little church(no great cathedral)
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far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
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-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
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i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
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my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
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my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
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(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
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whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
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around me surges a miracle of unceasing
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birth and glory and death and resurrection:
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over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
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of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
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i am a little church(far from the frantic
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world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
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-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
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i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
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winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
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merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
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standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
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(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
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