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And Though They Are With You Yet They Belong Not To You Perfume Oil
$33.00
And Though They Are With You Yet They Belong Not To You Perfume Oil
$33.00
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
A gentle vanilla sandalwood blend, serene but mighty.
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