Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
Molly Drake
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Molly Drake
The acorn carries an oak tree
Sleeping but for a little while
Winter lies in the arms of spring
As a mother carries her child
And never knows
How wild the wind blows
A thought carries a universe
A seed carries a field of grain
Love lies in the arms of change
As a joy carries a pain
And no one knows
How wild the wind blows