| I am a pure soul amid the prairie grasses bending with the wind I sojourn Feeling summers currents on my flesh I walk along natural highways upon Earth's pillow. Through pastures of golden brown I sojourn Distant horizons abound in my dreams somehow. Wanting nothing more than this moment to be Holy amid the prairie grasses of Egypt with you Lord. |
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