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I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name.
The raw heart beat against the world, and the
tears were for my lost victory. But you are
here. You have always been here. The world
is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of
directions, but your name unifies the heart,
and the world is lifted into its place. Blessed
is the one who waits in the traveller's heart
for his turning.
- Leonard Cohen 'Book of Mercy'