Passion is the elixir that renews:
how can there be weariness
when passion is present?
Oh, don’t sigh heavily from fatigue:
seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!
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What willour children do in the morning?Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,the way wingsshould?Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gatheredthe strength from the planets that allmen and women need to balancethe wonderful charms ofthe earthso that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?I know all about…
Passion makes the old medicine new:
Passion lops off the bough of weariness.
Passion is the elixir that renews:
how can there be weariness
when passion is present?
Oh, don’t sigh heavily from fatigue:
seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!
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