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Mar 2013
I will lift up mine eyes unto
the hills, from whence cometh
my help.
2 My help cometh from the
Lord, which made heaven and
earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to
be moved: he that keepeth thee
will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel
shall neither slumber nor
sleep.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the
Lord is thy shade upon thy right
hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee
by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve
thee from all evil: he shall preserve
thy soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve thy
going out and thy coming in from
this time forth, and even for
evermore.
Marian
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Marian  Faerieland and in my head
(Faerieland and in my head)   
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