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There is a way, If we will but see it. There is a word, If we will but say it. The way is peace. The word is love. The way, The word, God is love. A blessing of the dove, Descending. Pure, White, Dove. Come to me. Give me inspiration. Open my eyes. Enlighten me. Send me. Save me. |
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