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The Silence


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The Silence is suffacating me like the cold fingers of death,
I look but do not see any source of strength.

He's playing with my mind,making me see thing's.
But, then the light'll shine, and I'll fly on angel's wings.

It's no longer silent,
and,yes,I feel warm,
I look up at a giant,
and I know I'm in God's arm's.



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