In truth it pictures not my destination.
I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me.
I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
Yet all the while i hungered for meaning in my life.
I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
Sorrow knocked at my door but i was afraid.
I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
The marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
I have studied many times.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
I have studied many times.
I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while i hungered for meaning in my life.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
Sorrow knocked at my door but i was afraid.
I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
The marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
Sorrow knocked at my door but i was afraid.
Sorrow knocked at my door but i was afraid.
Sorrow knocked at my door but i was afraid.
Sorrow knocked at my door but i was afraid.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
Sorrow knocked at my door but i was afraid.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
For love was offered me and i shrank from its disillusionment.
I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
Sorrow knocked at my door but i was afraid.
Ambition called to me but i dreaded the chances.
And now i know that we must lift the sail.