Smooth stones beneath me,
Cool air surrounds soft and saviourey.
You can take me to God,
You can take me to God.
No, it doesn't take your
Will to set your brace on me.
I never doubt your possibilities.
Please, let go off my sleeve.
Smooth stones behind me,
Cool air surrounds soft and saviourey.
You can take me to God,
You can take me to God.
No, it doesn't take your
Will to set your brace on me.
I never doubt your possibilities.
Please, let go off my sleeve.
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