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| @eccentricsky |
I look to thine glasses, what doth I vieweth?
Yet another soul who's nothing but ashes!
Thy steadfast love dost caused thou one's fear casteth
Oh now on my knees I utter an earnest request
Let not Thoust enemies ruleth my spirit
And let the sweet taste of an after tempest
Canst be perceive by thou soul to the fulleth
To a psalm of a once king I must agree
I cried unto Thee and He shalt answered me
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