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And how much sense in it.

Hope in him so much

Confusion, timidity.

Moment of waiting like that

First time.

Happiness shrouded in fog

Not us.

Cherished word

Heal by prayer

Not a soul, it is not in place.

Unlikely to

Peace to find.

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