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Apr 2019
See me walking through the front yard, simple, humble as it gets,
Don’t expect me to produce heaven, when you have your own regrets,
And I will firmly walk through, the hedges of eternal green,
I will scratch my feet and pledges, I come simple as the sun spreads beams.
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GoAA
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