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His black marble eyes cried out for a friend
I looked deep into his marble eyes and
����� rubbed his beaten skin
We gave him half of all we had and gave
����� him money to spend
With great glee he pranced about buying
����� bread for his family and friends
Then we prayed to receive the Lord and
����� forgive his father's sin
The Lord allows us to be His hands and His feet
����� to go to the world without end
He has drawn Roberto to Him
����� I have felt His deep love descend
A world of marble eyes await God's love
����� their souls await his touch
Needing someone to love and value them
����� ...and we need them just as much
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