Let me scale where
Waters
Enter
In
Mtahleb.
Hold
Me
With
Firm
Hand
The
Heights
Are hideous
And the
Water rages.
But
Let me scale.
My will.
Let me scale where
Waters
Enter
In
Mtahleb.
My will, my Monsignor.
My will.
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