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Jan 2014
The day is done, my body broken,
This late at night I can't be woken.
For now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my soul the Lord doth keep.
The night is long, dark, and eerie,
By my side I pray that You'll be.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray my death shan't be fake.
I beg you Lord my soul to take!
For I can't live another day,
On this Earth don't make me stay.
Bring Me Home Lordβ„’  By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea
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Nadia DeLevea  24/F/The Land of Lost Souls
(24/F/The Land of Lost Souls)   
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