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Jan 2018
To grieve for those who were so sweet, their smiling Saviour they soon shall meet.
With the release of their last breath, comes the person known as Death.
Fears, tears, and pity-filled cries, our loved ones mourn as they realize, they'll never see them here again, until God take them to Heaven.
Rejoice, be glad, and celebrate, please, for death is a curable disease.
Infected are we to leave each other, but we shall not be brought down under.
For Christ has saved us, one-by-one, to live forever with those we love.
Written by
Tess  17/F/New York
(17/F/New York)   
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   Lior Gavra
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