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Feb 2020
Leave me words to speak,
My mind is sadness my body is weak,
My words to speak hold me,
My words to speak warm this freeze,
When you are done, leave nothing but my words to speak,
For even in my grave, I would pray you blessed.
Athu
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Athu
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