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Divine Intervention
All that noise it turns quiet,
As I pass the gate.
All that rush it comes to a halt,
As I ponder my fate.
What is to be done now?
I worry everytime
And everytime she lets me know
For just this while,
All shall be fine.
As I pass the gate.
All that rush it comes to a halt,
As I ponder my fate.
What is to be done now?
I worry everytime
And everytime she lets me know
For just this while,
All shall be fine.
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