Filled

 

 

What joy is there that could compare

To the emptiness that is filled by your name?

And the sense of hope you bring me

What joy is there that could compare

Though time be long, shall it be short, for

What joy is there that could compare

To the emptiness that is filled by your name?

 

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                                                                                                                                  C. C. Price

 

 

 

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