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The Larch.

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.

Image courtesy of Walter Siegmund (talk · contribs) – Own work, CC BY 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=364486
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