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THE   winds blow

_

( let's go home )

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and in the beginning

It began

                                            ? A seed planted ?


God became man                                      

                                                         ( Little Joey went to school )

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love


Such a simple pure thing

x      x


a simple pure world


Blow YE winds !!


little Joey !

Do not forsake your friends

For a bowl of porridge

Or to become a king

••

Here


Yes

A simple purity

You & I



( a simple pure thing )