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Tell me how does she fair in the world of despair? How can our hearts not break with so many out there? The telling of golden years have been such a long dream, and now when it is upon us, we cannot see at all. The worst is yet to happen, it looks like it's just a dream, but it's the law of God who says, we must take care of our dreams. And Rebecca, she is our warrior, the mightiest in the land, for she flies inside of law, the love that commands us there. The water that is flowing from me to you and back home, is always, but knowing, when you offer more than tears. If we can gift the heartbreak to those who do not care, then maybe we can offer, them a piece of love out there. Don't wait for Rebecca to suffer, inside of the water that is not pure. Gift to her, the Angels of God, who come from lands of pure air. And when we listen to our hearts and speak the m
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For blessings keep us safe in water's falls, of tears and evaporating air. We are one and mighty as oceans that fill the air and we can offer much wisdom if you could only listen to down here. Deep inside the waters, there the guppies live. where salt and fresh come home to roost, and nests for all to care. Where separation, becomes the one of both living air, and salt heals our wounds because we all care. Let me be your heart's embrace Rebecca She does care. She is the strength of mountains and as fresh as the air. Where the snow begins to rush upon the down pouring of all time, take my heart and know the way, to living in this despair. The strength of mighty mountains, where there is much to believe in the air, the freshness of golden dreams, the freshness of the air. and I say, glory hallelujah, to you and all my friends, who walk along beside the blue, of relatives who need a helping hand. we are brothers and sisters too, we come here to hold each other this way, just listen to our song we sing, the song of living air. take the blue of purity and bring it home again. Let me breath and let me sing, to you and let me be the song of love, that brings a smile to the wind.
Today, is heart's of plenty, tomorrow, there may not be as few. But if we pull together and listen to the wind, then maybe we can hear the animals speak to us again. And the plants will gift us harmony if we could only be still and if the water that fed the time of ringing throughout the land. WE fill our tears below above around the sands of time, but if we become the hands that turn , then we can offer more time, the rolling hills that bring us dreams come forth to greet the day, let us be aware of suffering everywhere, when Rebecca comes to cry down there. Fill her heart with love that smarts to tell her, that you care. For she responds to all that you give and she will offer you more. And if you think you can walk away from love that is so deep from down here, the mighty little ocean who holds the heart of despair, the Rebecca who is strong and who is coming to life you in the air, for her awareness of your trouble, will lift you up in the air. Her strength is legion, beyond compare, for she has many openings that keep us up the stairs.
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We are here to be the slaves of time to gift our loving hearts, to show you that we can survive, even through the test of time. No matter what God gifts to you, you must let it shine. Forgive all your sinners who come to gift despair. And light a fire within your heart and purify the air, your thoughts and hopes are sacred hoops that come to bless out there.
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