hitalot879
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life
a call for renewal
to be the perfect jewel
a time of testing to most
like a lost seagull on the coast
a touch of the holy ghost
he pours contempt on nobels
makes them wander in a trackless waste
God is not a man that he should lie
the plight of the passerby
　
would not his splendor fall on you
why do i put my life in your hands
listen carefully to what I say
grant me to withdrawl your hand far from me
will you torment a wind blown leaf
putting marks in the soles of his feet
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