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The Spirit Desending I feel the spirit desending Into my soul and there mending Those seperated parts of me When combined lights the heart to see Things undone left to become Frameworks of hope ascending from Where possiblities reside Of limitless structures implied Potentially blueprints of me Awaiting the day I will see Through all the busy hours filled Those could have beens I could have milled I feel a presence from above Thats' building in me by Gods' love |
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