Scratch Remover


I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the glass To prove it possibler I turned my being round and round And paused at every pound To ask the owners name For doubt, that I should know the sound Peace is a fiction of our faith The bells a winter night Bearing the neighbor out of sound That never did alight Slow gold but everlasting The bullion of today Contrasting with currency Of immortality Peace is a fiction of our faith The bells a winter night Bearing the neighbor out of sound That never did alight
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