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Jun 2011
One day we'll say it was a dream
The one's we loved and had to leave
And no more count the bitter scheme
Crudely played on mother eve

And memory of this bitter day
When in paradise regained
Is washed away like feet of clay
I for one will not complain

Then you and I and all we love
Will shout with joy and Ecstasy
Praises to our god above
Who paid the price and set us free
Written by
pat caldecott
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