Paul
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We may believe
That his head aches
Because his daughter's birth.
But it turns out
His splitting pain
Is caused by the Paul brothers.
His lovely child Athena
You told me I was beautiful
You said I made you smile
You said, “Take care,”
“Be happy, child.”
I ran your hand through my hair
You said you loved it short
It’s longer than it was
A cord of three strands
Not easily broken
It graciously stands
As a sign, as a token
It maketh me wonder
To this strange arrest
Faith, Hope, or Love
Which of these is the best?
