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Time passes as night blooms, again, I'm left to ponder. The stars’ weeps, but still I wonder, “What have become of me?”
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Sing, sing, sing for me, Oh, you little bird. Let your tune embrace me, Let o sweet song be heard.
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She leaves with the wind, a kiss in morning air; a tragic tale to send her away with despair.
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My child, My child; lend Me your ear, heed My word, put aside your fear, your pride, your sword, your envious jeer - hear My voice and revere.
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God's not done with us. Don't be silent, let your voice be heard. Be courageous and make a stand. The time is now more than ever. A great Revival is c..
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Momma, momma Can't you hear me crying?... They cut me up yet you're denying The life that could have been.
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Who is she adorned in moonlight's veil - This beauty with skin so fragile and pale? I see her within a dream surreal, Weeping by the willow tree.
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Oh, what a stage this morning break; on waking to a misty light. My heart is weak, I feel it ache upon this morning sight. So thick the fog the dawn o..
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O you sweet ol sound that grasp the wind, you hold so tight to sway again - through the branches springtide leaves, such a tune these wind they weaves..
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Burning; I am burning on my knees -- fallen -- praying. Engulfing flame burning bright, see me now in Holy light.
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