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| Midi: Amazing Grace |
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| Visit PureCountys |
| Visit PureCountys |
| Far Beyond the shifting screen Made of things that can be seen Are our friends angelcial Of the Land Celestial. Thence they come to tend the flowers That we thought we only ours. What their toils we may not know, As they come and as they go. Only this we know: they see As we cannot, what shall be, Watch the hidden buds unfold, Dream of colour, hearts of gold. Therefore look behind the sceen, Trust the powers of the Unseen. Neither vague nor mystical Are our Friends angelical. |
| I just want you to know PureCountry that you hold a special place in my heart *S* |
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