Looks like my blue skies fade to grayLooks like my pasture's gone away, butI still don't need your golden cherubimAll I need is GodAll I need is GodIn the beginningAll I need is GodTo surviveAll I need is GodTo help me all I need
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What a beautiful poem, and so true :)
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What a beautiful poem, and so true :)
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