by claudyaBucharest, Muntenia, Romania
Sep 2010 354 Views 1 comments
I slept and dreamt
I slept and dreamt
That life was a joy
I awoke and saw
That life was service,
Iaded and behold
Service was joy.
He who wants to
Do good knocks at
The gate,
He who loves finds
The gate open.
That life was a joy
I awoke and saw
That life was service,
Iaded and behold
Service was joy.
He who wants to
Do good knocks at
The gate,
He who loves finds
The gate open.
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Posted: Sep 2010
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