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Nov 2018
The deep
Voice of His holy eyes
Was this sea of calm
I planted the kiss to Him
He whispered in my ear that
A betrayal was on the horizon
Then, I quietly sit to the right of Him
Taking full communion of the holy last super
Written by
Stu Harley
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