If this page remains unchecked and these thoughts be unread
May the bitter root never be fed and my pride be declared dead.
Only to know you my Lord; only to know that you see -
May that be all the audience to satisfy me.
This prayer is my own. This thought I have sown.
That no praise to me should be on loan;
No thought of myself be born.
This I pray. This I've sworn.
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