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Tuesday, August 19, 2003Twee teksten over twee eerste levensbehoefteni could hear the church bells ringing they pealed aloud your praise the members faces were smiling with their hands out stretched to shake it's true they did not move me my heart was hard and tired their perfect fire annoyed me i could not find you anywhere could someone please tell me the story of sinners ransomed from the fall i still have never seen you and some days i don't love you at all the devoted were wearing bracelets to remind them why they came some concrete motivation when the abstract could not do the same but if all that's left is duty i'm falling on my sword at least then i would not serve an unseen distant lord if this is ony a test i hope that i'm passing cause i'm losing steam and i still want to trust you peace be still 
satellites mediate for us the day's events through fiber optics i hope we can change the same i wouldn't mind, but you are my only hope i wouldn't mind, but you are my only hope clear as a bell are the short breaths that you take when you're distracted same as the way when you roll your eyes when i ask too many stupid questions my faith in zeros and ones to host our romance rests on hope you gave that i've some claim to your heart i wouldn't mind, but you are my only hope i wouldn't mind, but you are my only hope clear as a bell are the short breaths that you take when you're distracted same as the way when you roll your eyes when i ask too many stupid questions i will call you in three weeks maybe then you'll have some more to say 
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