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God You made the Wind. You made it perfect, Yet we fear the Wind. The Wind brings storms. The Wind means hurricane and tornado. The Wind is not pure. It's full of pollution. But that was all our fault. You made it beautiful. You made it useful. You made Wind perfect.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
The Wind
God You made the Wind. You made it perfect, Yet we fear the Wind. The Wind brings storms. The Wind means hurricane and tornado. The Wind is not pure. It's full of pollution. But that was all our fault. You made it beautiful. You made it useful. You made Wind perfect.
emily-bonson
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
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