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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave BearingsYou are my dear compass,who knows no way but true,so when I'm lost and drifting,I find myself in you.Yet when I ask you, fearful,if I should set you free,imagine my surprise to hearyou take your north from me. - Quote by Louise Hawes

BearingsYou are my dear compass,who knows no way but true,so when I’m lost and drifting,I find myself in you.Yet when I ask you, fearful,if I should set you free,imagine my surprise to hearyou take your north from me.

Louise Hawes
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