Cub of ages left for me.
Let me fly myself in thee.
May your little yellow wings remove me from all earthly things.
May your simplicity reveal what is false and what is real.
Cub of ages left for me.
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Cub of ages left for me.
Let me fly myself in thee.
May your little yellow wings remove me from all earthly things.
May your simplicity reveal what is false and what is real.
Cub of ages left for me.
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