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By The Light Of The Moon
I sometimes sit awake at night
unsure what I should do,
swimming through my thoughts
yeah, all the worries of the day.
I guess I like the solitude,
although I’m feeling blue
there in the quiet moonlight
softly, God opens the way.
In dim of night he reassures,
a peace rests in the air.
The things I want to worry of,
they simply melt away,
replaced by vis...
Saturday 15th February 2025 6:06 pm
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