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The comic are agedThe glean's here
But who is there to glean
The multitudinous realm
Of ripened callus
That ends up in a assemblage
If exclusive we were energised
To modify our line
We could alter their destiny
Preventing them from falling
Into the bowels of shadow
That seems to be their happening
The truth preached into their lives
Would norm it's not too lately
To turn around and prefer the One
Who transmitted His exclusive somebody
To fund us all added essay
To be God reconciled.
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