Await.
Serene, I fold my hands and wait, nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea
I rave no more against time or fate’
For lo! My own shall come to me,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Serene, I fold my hands and wait, nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea
I rave no more against time or fate’
For lo! My own shall come to me,
And what is mine shall know my face.
The journey of life is like a song, it will definitely end. But if you are thinking about the end...
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