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Aug 2016
In this small world, there was prosperity,
In this small world, everyone was so full of glee,
The future was bright with light that could never be seen.

Then one woeful day, the stars had come,
On this fateful day, destruction had rung,
The stars in the sky made sure no one survived.

Many years had passed, one man alone,
Where would he go? No one could've known.
The world couldn't see the savior he would have been.

In this small world, where darkness would reign...
Can also be sung in a minor tone.
Written by
Philip Mitchener  Roseville, CA
(Roseville, CA)   
282
   Trinity Monks
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