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Here's to the tired And here's to the broken To the poor and the needy Here is to my 97 year old grandfather WWII veteran He has his caretaker And the football games Hard times they make us hard Our spirits forged by the endless trials We will not stop trying We are the human race We still go on With hope in our hearts We go on! Behold, a ****** shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, And they shall call his name Emmanuel Which being interpreted is, God with us
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
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Here's to the tired And here's to the broken To the poor and the needy Here is to my 97 year old grandfather WWII veteran He has his caretaker And the football games Hard times they make us hard Our spirits forged by the endless trials We will not stop trying We are the human race We still go on With hope in our hearts We go on! Behold, a ****** shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, And they shall call his name Emmanuel Which being interpreted is, God with us
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
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