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Jacob
. In my hand I still reach for you, but in the night you slipped away. And while my soul does long await. my love will never fade. The image of what once was. Will be my silhouette. My impression of beauty and innocences A blessing GOD sent. And though in my eyes. The tears do not conceal my pain. and deep is the shadow that voids my soul GOD will lift me higher, In his beauty and holiness.
25th-Jan-1999 By Nancy Smith |
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