blemish

There stars upon us they shineth so brigth even though we are so far; can you se we

are the ligth that shineth upon the world the salt with sweet savour that fragance that

the lord is please by, the sick love that cosummed us with his mercy every morning

we awake and we tend to not care and we see upon our blesmish 

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