your face has cascaded down like leaves in autumn's sequence.
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i see you have grown fainthearted,
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famished by the quotidian succession.
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the savor of the vine has left your tongue of communion,
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for your wineskin has not been preserved.
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you have been drawn away led astray by frivolous desire,
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but this deterrent will not hold you down, nor hold you back.
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lift your chin and open your eyes, for the sky is falling on you.
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for in your wanting you have been found.
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in your search His eyes have not turned.
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return to your first love and shatter this daily cycle.
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The Quotidian Succession
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| Symphony In Peril |
