In the presence of Myself,
often thesoul thinks of something special.
Where shall thou search,
the peace of Myself?
Myself searches heaven,
a place I shall be in love,
a place where my search ends,
a place Myself would be in silence.
Myself searches of green patches,
Myself searches of blue sky,
Myself searches of unicorns,
Myself searches of clear water.
Myself searches of Me.
Myself searches the Me within.
Myself searches of that special Me.
Myself searches of Me.
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