In our thoughts,are the horses, galloping hard,within the variety,...of their longevity...
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In our thoughts,are the horses, galloping hard,within the variety,...of their longevity...
So many things have changed since then when I boarded the plane high into the blue I didn't just leave my poor parents behind but a part of my life, through and through…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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