A guiding star, a inner flame, It whispers softly, my true name. A reason to be, a path to tread, A song unsung, inside my head. To leave my mark, however small, To answer to life's earnest call. A work to do, a gift to share, A purpose found, beyond compare.
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A guiding star, a inner flame, — It whispers softly, my true name.
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