A_Tamed_Lion
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If we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made,
were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade.
To write the Love of God above, Would drain the oceans dry,
Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade.
To write the Love of God above, Would drain the oceans dry,
Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.