when love beckons
his ways are often hard and steep
when his wings unfold
ye yield to all he speaks
the soul it might be hidden
there among his pinions
oh you may wear a wound that truly spoke to you
believe in all
that voice and follow through
follow so on and on.....
I didn't write an ode, but --- > My lil' tooth.... my big tooth, is gone. pulled out
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