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| All Those Spirits Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2000 |
| There are all kinds of Spirits, my dear friend There are those that begin and never end Do you feel the summer breeze upon your face It's the Spirits releasing tension to its other place There are the spirits of a different kind Ones that play around with you mind Be careful of these, for some are bad Instead of being happy, you wind up sad Then there are the spiritis who sprinkle their dust They know you're weary, so your eyes they crust There are the Spirits of God and His Son Be grateful, my friends, lean on them, everyone Then there are the spirits of those unseen They tell you their good and bad and all that's inbetween If you're wounded or perhaps a little down They'll make you smile again instead of a frown |
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