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| As I cry myself to sleep, I pray the lord, my faith to keep. If I should die, before I wake, I pray the lord my fear to take. I know you won't, but still I'll try, to see your face before I die. To see an angel, faith re-newed, though it's something I can't do. To live in fear, to die in wait, to learn a lesson far too late. Believe I must, but hard to find, slowly, running, out of time |
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