Rest.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright) The fire burns without much heat sometimes, sometimes my soul feels empty The plow eats into the earth sometimes, sometimes your words prepare me Masters take the weight of the mule sometimes, sometimes my burden seems light Sometimes I wish peace for the world, right now I just want rest [...]
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