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The Storm


She's waiting by the door Sixteen passed she very blue no one understands what she is going through She's trying to not let it beat her up, She looks up to God, and prays everyday God, Is this pain going to every go away She could not go on like this She had her love teared apart She was broken hearted This is only temporary Her Faith and Prays were answered This storm shall pass This storm shall pass God almighty has set me free at last
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