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Nothing more can be done, Yet so much I want to do. Nothing more must be done, That’s not what a Son would do. Nothing more will be done, So much I want to say to you. Everything is left undone. But the one thing I didn’t want to do, Was say good bye to you.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Where once there was hope
Nothing more can be done, Yet so much I want to do. Nothing more must be done, That’s not what a Son would do. Nothing more will be done, So much I want to say to you. Everything is left undone. But the one thing I didn’t want to do, Was say good bye to you.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
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