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Pull me to the center, I'm pushing them
towards love
A warmth living, adorned with it and still
unchanged
And for a witness, God's in this below, above
The concepts that I have chased;


Her ways, continuation of such
these days
I came to directions; I follow what
she gave
Nor listen to a many whatever that
they say;
Conformity isn't mine, you're slaves.


Why waste, so many times till I wear
away
And fade with trends for the peels
of my Main?
What pace of living is this without her
ways?
The haste of breathing it in, without
restrain!


I've written most on us. Who graced,
the world while there was nothing to gain?
The people, every forlorn face?
Directions, without the main?
The affairs widely they appraise?