“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
I dropped down and I called out to heaven: ‘Send me someone to love.’ Heaven shot back: ‘You get the love that you allow.’ And everything is different now
...To everything, turn, turn, turn..
there is a season, turn, turn, turn..
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