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So much Like a wicker chair used with fondness for it's reliability and appropriateness in its setting ratters and tears under the use of what it was create to do But, another question My leige?
Rivers of blood will wipe these London streets Leading to one thing Leading to me   I've done my duty And I have done it well.
As I see the faces of all my peers passing by day to day, Faces that give off more than just what is hidden by the grey. I wonder how in the world I will make that absolute difference.
  My soul is living; My life I’m giving To serve others, willing At Christ’s own bidding To help those crying
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