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pastor appreciation poem

apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
como um homem despido mim vai
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
acima dos prados ricos com milho
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
poderíamos nós mas para saber
se eu for muito certo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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