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Passion There's wonder in the lives we live and all the things we do. Passion paints the love we give in every heart that's true. The force that guides us through the storm and keeps us on our course, the beacon on a rocky shore, the heart of hearts, the source. A treasured prize that beckons us, the purpose of life's schemes, directions for a life fulfilled, the essence of our dreams. A power that cannot be weighed or taken very light, the sacred fire of the soul that guides us through the night. And as our final breath is drawn, passion was our peace, never leaving in the end, it is the soul's release. ![]()
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