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| Where did you come from my dear, dear friend? I've never seen you here. I've roamed these valleys near and far for each and every year. Where did you get that wisdom, which has now helped me to see? The things I turned away from that kept me from being free. Where did you get those wounds so deep I see upon your hands? And the wounds I see upon your feet, Can you walk upon the land? Why do you have that tear I see that rolls down on your cheek? I finally knew the answer when I listened to Him speak. Written by: Bunny Copyright 2001 |
| MY DEAR, DEAR FRIEND |
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