These hands, these shoulders, and this beating heart,
with these I'll make my fortune, of others need I no part.
this fate, these lines, and this beating heart,
with these I find my destiny, my maker makes my path.
This bow, this aim, and this beating heart,
this arrow I will let go, desires of my heart.
with these I'll make my fortune, of others need I no part.
this fate, these lines, and this beating heart,
with these I find my destiny, my maker makes my path.
This bow, this aim, and this beating heart,
this arrow I will let go, desires of my heart.
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