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The breeze blows lightly, brushing my face Up through my hair, like fingers did trace I thought of my love, with Jesus she stays Now in the air, she stops and plays.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
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The breeze blows lightly, brushing my face Up through my hair, like fingers did trace I thought of my love, with Jesus she stays Now in the air, she stops and plays.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
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