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If you're going to judge someone, walk a mile in their shoes first. By that being said, I think it's time for you to walk in my shoes.
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Oh by the morning strike of day and by the calm obscure of night, my heart is Yours O God -- I pray; grant this lost lamb Your holy sight. Give this l..
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Entrance me with your tune, that gentle voice of yours. Those sway ardent winds of harmony, an echoed symphony of your life; each word is wrapped in r..
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A vision splendid of the Heavenly scene, filled my mind with an image so clean: the purity of the road from which I walk, beyond the pearly gates so p..
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Does the little bird not know sorrow? It drifts alone in the open air, untouched by either blue of the ocean or the sky above; untouched by the bloods..
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The idea is that this man, a writer is dying of old age & something happened where he mysteriously ends up in an unknown world where he's a young man ..
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When the tree again is blowing, the sky itself is flowing. When the leaves are rustling 'gainst the wind, the world itself comprehends -
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The idea is that this man, a writer is dying of old age and something happened where he mysteriously ends up in an unknown world where he's a young ma..
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Tonight I watched in awe, the moon once pure and white. Obeying the nighttime law; lighting the sky so bright. The stars, the moon in sync; dancing th..
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I do not hate and I do not discriminate.
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