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I'm left now

with all my joy

and my pain,

that ingratitude grows in

and mercy lifts from my eyes

how I wish for more

and how I give thanks for what I have

my tears, that wash over me

they speak every language

I say I need nothing else- 

and how I crave it all

and my destiny, that I pray for

these blessings

my joy and my pain

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