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Bliss


For all our days are passed away I will sing of the mercies in the very heavens The heaven’s are thine, The earth also is thine Thou hast founded them Where stars intertwine Nevertheless my loving kindness will I not Remember how short my time is For a thousand years in thy sight The morning it flourisheth and groweth and withereth. Fleeting away at night Teach us to number our days The floods have lifted up their voices And crashed down there waves
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