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Sep 2018
'You need not trouble yourself anymore,
our daughter is dead not asleep.
I'm sorry You came at such a late hour,
and for all the people who scream
Insults at your name, oh Lord,
doubting that You love them so.
But we are shutting our doors to mourn.
There's nothing more to do.'

'Fear not, have faith, and you will see
the mighty power of God.
I say to you oh little girl,
it's time to rise, wake up.
Hold your child madam and sir.
Give her something to eat.
Don't ever dread death's curse, my friends.
It's just a little sleep.'
Written by
Alfredo Ron
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