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Apr 2018
Be a lamp in the dark and gloomy night.

For the lost souls, a beacon of light. It's

So easy to go wrong instead of right. So

Many are full of terror and fright, on their

Woeful plight in the night. So stand like a champ,

As the world is becoming a concentration camp.

Turn up the amps and be a Heavenly Lamp.

Shine bright, guide them to the light.
Shine bright, guide them to the light.
Written by
Milton Robertson  60/M/St. Louis, Mo.
(60/M/St. Louis, Mo.)   
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