Fruitless seeds I've sown. Worthless things I've grown.
I offer you all that I own; though small and simple, I pray it honors you alone.
I have toiled and labored for things that pass away; Working just to savor these numbered days. Fruitless seeds I've sown. Worthless things I've grown. I offer you all that I own; though small and simple, I pray it honors you alone. Explain Request ×
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