Sixteen
My Lord, I have too much pressure-fire.
"My child, you enjoy too much pleasure-mire."
My Lord, my life has done so much for You.
"My child, why then am I not close to you?"
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SixteenMy Lord, I have too much pressure-fire. "My child, you enjoy too much pleasure-mire." My Lord, my life has done so much for You. "My child, why then am I not close to you?" |
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