There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Veniality
Searching for what she can't find
For her own peace of mind
She can't forgive, nor forget the past
These ineffable feelings and hurt that last evermore
Bewail the truth, the face of fate, and conquer all the past
Don't enthrall yourself, let the penance begin
You've got to open your heart
to see the confinement
Bewail the truth, the face of fate, and conquer all the past (2x)
It seems so futile, forgiveness , your freedom
the present state of veniality
Bewail the truth, the face of fate, and conquer all the past (3x)
Search for the light , and then you'll find
your own peace of mind