Oh, what am I to think
Of what the writing
Of a thousand lifetimes could not explain
If all the forest trees were pens
And all the oceans, ink?
...Oh, great is the love of God.
Of what the writing
Of a thousand lifetimes could not explain
If all the forest trees were pens
And all the oceans, ink?
...Oh, great is the love of God.
Holy moly, girl! When did you become to eloquent? It blows my mind <3
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