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Pulling at my gown,
Praying for my soul,
Waiting till I drown
Never asking twice,
I resist the force,
Longing as I am,
To reveal the source
What I have to do
Tells me to believe;
What I need to know
Is for you to give
Blessed the unknown
Fifty days ahead,
When the vow itself
Needless to be said
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