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Oct 2018
It's nights like that,
When everything's quiet,
   Everything's still
When I really wish
   I had something to pray to.
I grew up without God,
With a capital G,
I can't bring myself to believe.
But it's nights like that,
I honestly wish,
   That I had something to pray to.
Ray Ross
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Ray Ross  United States
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