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The Souls Of Three
What is it that drives my fear
The way it’s Scaring me
Is it my last breathe, with family near
Inviting death to see
With no other thought, than not to take
My family and their own souls of three
I saw my life and my wife’s life
In a kingdom of the light
And angels wrapped their wings
that held and gripped us tight
With a choir that peacefully sing
I could see my children wi...
Saturday 12th March 2022 5:16 pm
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