Lead Me, Dear Heart

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I follow my heart,

My lord,

Down to the Red Sea.

And if I get there,

I hope,

The sea will be parted.

And if it doesn’t,

Then death,

My throat slit by nature.

What difference does it make?

Two choices,

Right in front of me.

Trust myself to the end,

And win,

Or die and lose an untrustful guide.

What other purpose is there,

In life,

Then to trust myself and see?

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