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- our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
- World War II, written on a cellar wall in which Je...
- the bride eyes not her garment, but her dear bride...
- with all the memories that I got.
- Angels descend with songs again, and earth repeat ...
- He loves through every changing scene.
- moment by moment, grace after grace. Openly, hones...
- thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
- thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.
- perfect is the grace that sealed us
- I like to ate, ate, ate ay-ples and ba-nay-nays
- there is mercy now, as ever was, with Thee.
- soon the pearly gates will open; we shall tread th...
- but when trav’ling days are over, not a shadow, no...
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