Like a vast golden field of wheat
On which a soft light falls,
Claim nothing as yours
Even your most treasured item
In your safe is not yours because
You are deeper, vaster and
more precious than that.
On which a soft light falls,
Claim nothing as yours
Even your most treasured item
In your safe is not yours because
You are deeper, vaster and
more precious than that.
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