Lift me high with those loving hands, that chiselled my passionate heart. Lift me high above all creation, and let me gaze, upon your art.
Upon your art
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Lift me high with those loving hands, that chiselled my passionate heart. Lift me high above all creation, and let me gaze, upon your art.
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Beautiful
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Thank you, I’m glad you think so. Much appreciated.
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