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Power Lying Unseen What power lies in the unseen the miracles on which we lean so easily explained away until lifes' sorrows bring decay A crippled body souly looks to invisible healing brooks that flows within, from out of where? Well, those who touch that breathing air Are inhaled and wrapped gracefully by that sea in which they believe nothing so convinces our brain as redemption from, evils pain |
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