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Man captures more of the unpredictable mission Vision convicted up midst in plightful souls Call's attempt had been brought down for your repent Cast out the odd and old, ring in the new Few had got the work that's been left for us Refuse in your days of age to become bad memory Carry on still with the life as that of a Shepherd Shedd; it was on many occasions we were with him Shame, leaving out the poor wife, and a little boy an orphan Brighton kicked the bucket on nineteen, his family was strained Dead with perceptional talents, Perfect was so perfect Mate the same happened to you, dying so young Among us, who's to pass on next, we'll never know it Late it may come; everyone shall pass the sorrowful sow All we only have is the life based on sentimental Judgemental will reveal at last, prevailing the lust Fast moving is the time that we have, just imagine this This is the preparational period for the lasting ever Favor it is, and blissful it is to put much hope in death Faith without pure actions is wasted effort Content is there, show mighty in lightful practices Tears eventually tickle down with folded grief to seize pain Plain truth; we cry for meeting you up, not that you're gone, Wrong impressions lifted up by bad decisions Days were thrown, and all i could, i wrote Fought vigorously in harshness, life's phases Pass it on, Peter reach petter, and failed to make it with you Blue skies were my clues to find hue Glue it onto your mind, not to err Everson was ever the son of the Legendary Ronald Lloyd was with eager to see Arnold succeed Indeed Sophia the old lady was so sophisticated Educated were all the people who passed through school and church Teach about the collection books' looks Crookes were from my time an usual fate What later happened to Marvin the bride's groom From their boom, had they found genius in expectance Existence was it ever with the presidents and prophets Folks in foreign lands, did they ever came back home Game of making it is it still with my fellow Owen Men across the river are they making any progress Seriously bad, the last time I checked Romario was a chain smoker Tracker on the invisible prints that’s were reality resides Ravis; did he made it out with all the hope Pope Francis after Benedict had he managed to change the world Mildly I’ve hope that you buried me swiftly in the sand
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Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
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Man captures more of the unpredictable mission Vision convicted up midst in plightful souls Call's attempt had been brought down for your repent Cast out the odd and old, ring in the new Few had got the work that's been left for us Refuse in your days of age to become bad memory Carry on still with the life as that of a Shepherd Shedd; it was on many occasions we were with him Shame, leaving out the poor wife, and a little boy an orphan Brighton kicked the bucket on nineteen, his family was strained Dead with perceptional talents, Perfect was so perfect Mate the same happened to you, dying so young Among us, who's to pass on next, we'll never know it Late it may come; everyone shall pass the sorrowful sow All we only have is the life based on sentimental Judgemental will reveal at last, prevailing the lust Fast moving is the time that we have, just imagine this This is the preparational period for the lasting ever Favor it is, and blissful it is to put much hope in death Faith without pure actions is wasted effort Content is there, show mighty in lightful practices Tears eventually tickle down with folded grief to seize pain Plain truth; we cry for meeting you up, not that you're gone, Wrong impressions lifted up by bad decisions Days were thrown, and all i could, i wrote Fought vigorously in harshness, life's phases Pass it on, Peter reach petter, and failed to make it with you Blue skies were my clues to find hue Glue it onto your mind, not to err Everson was ever the son of the Legendary Ronald Lloyd was with eager to see Arnold succeed Indeed Sophia the old lady was so sophisticated Educated were all the people who passed through school and church Teach about the collection books' looks Crookes were from my time an usual fate What later happened to Marvin the bride's groom From their boom, had they found genius in expectance Existence was it ever with the presidents and prophets Folks in foreign lands, did they ever came back home Game of making it is it still with my fellow Owen Men across the river are they making any progress Seriously bad, the last time I checked Romario was a chain smoker Tracker on the invisible prints that’s were reality resides Ravis; did he made it out with all the hope Pope Francis after Benedict had he managed to change the world Mildly I’ve hope that you buried me swiftly in the sand
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Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
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