Breeze through the nose and sand made skin, am i dreaming or just reading?
Moon is up, i aint sure. Once upon a time i lived in a city where the sun sets around 9pm during summer. Once upon a time, Petersburg, tale is this, 'white night' without the sun being burnt out; never completely down before it rises up.
Variations, modulations and variances; more than 10 billion have walked on the earth and less than 100 on the Moon Praise God.
Rover and the Don, Mother and her son, blessed evening; Breeze through the nose and sand made skin, am i dreaming or just reading?
On the cross, some think never was, truth in us shall be unravelling. Mother and her son, rover and the Don, lets arise to a new beginning.
Wings of the angel by the corner, thank God your blessing is by the corner.
Dont be afraid i say this to me first, cos i am a son of man and i really have nothing to fear just like you.
GOSPEL.

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