About Debt
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James McLain
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I am not yours To whom do I owe gratitude, and why?
Who cherished me with depth and duration?
Enveloped in the melody of your tune.
You bestowed upon me the gift of flight,
You gifted my heart with your cherished melody.
And oh, she alone, captured my love.
The one who loved me above all else,
I owe to her, that small open doorway.
That led us both to the call of the divine, I am now entranced,
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