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Was see my coffee empty completely empty
Thinking of a similar desolation as the betrayal in Christ...
And I put my spoon back in the bowl... I look
I want Jesus to win
I am in a desolate day
Where all the pieces were brought from their place but they seem to return to their place
It's a gray day and although the birds sing
Thinking of a similar desolation as the betrayal in Christ...
And I put my spoon back in the bowl... I look
I want Jesus to win
I am in a desolate day
Where all the pieces were brought from their place but they seem to return to their place
It's a gray day and although the birds sing
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