The big bell rang in my church, sitting on a larch, it is a marriage, all are clad in different pattern. I watch them daily when they come here, when they do their prayer.I am watchful everytime, I have seen their fear. They make and break everytime, they don’t spare me forever. The chidren are lost who are in heaven looking down in despair.
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