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I get so close,
Then drift away,
I'm only scared of what they'll say,
But in this world,
It matters not,
In a few years,
I'll be forgot,
But in Heaven,
I'll surely be known,
Because over MY sins,
Christ's blood has shown,
So if you're weary,
Fear not my child,
we'll enter Heaven,
In just a short while.
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