There is a room I want to enter but cannot.
There is a name I want to take but cannot.
There is a man I want to love but cannot.
There is a world I want to last but cannot.
There is a face I want to touch but cannot.
There is a loss I want to forget but cannot.
There is a god I want to know but cannot.
There is a sadness I want to crush but cannot.
There is a joy I want to grasp but cannot.
There is a love I want to make but cannot.
There is a woman I want to become but cannot.
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THE TWENTY SECOND YEAR
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