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Beautiful words fill my mind, as I compose this
song for the King. Like the pen of a good writer, my tongue is ready
with a poem.
Psalms 45:1 |

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As for us, our life is like grass. We grow and we
flourish like a wild flower; then the wind blows on it and it is gone-no
one sees it again.
Psalms 103:15-16 |
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