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The White Lion of Jehovah
The sun shines as God approaches,He leaves a beam of light in the dark forest.The beam of light brightens to a shape of a lion.God sent him to shimmer the forest to lustre;
Where have the Cats gone?
They're in your house, They're in your backyard, They're in your lap, So why hunt their cousins? We think it's a sport, We think it's fair. We think it's a game,
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