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Perfect will
Heightened
Joy
Or lead thee still
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With any part who uses his hands – eyes
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We thank the Lord for
Helpie or Jerusalem
Nad where no shadows
Alike in appearance from
Heaven , a bride adorned
Erect, clear eyed up
Chiefly on stormy diadem
Either warn people of
Crystal waters
And death by golden street lights
Rought their honors there
Scott
Kelpy.
Them haunting
Fords led in
The night
The a-g-ed’ don
Against drownth angel
Supernatural on the air
Voice out
Laven
© Michael Zugin