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Sunday morning, very
I read Your book by colored
came in through the pretty window picture

I visited some
Where they said that You were
And they talked a lot You
And spoke about Your giving

They passed a basket some envelopes
I just had time to a note
And all it said was I in You

conversations
Where mentioned Your existence
And the fact
You had been by Your assistants

The was theology
And they smiled and turned to me
All I could say was I believe in You

I visited house again
On or Thanksgiving
And a man said You were dead
But the would go on living

He recited
And as he saw me to leave
He shook his head and I'd never find You

My used to dress me up
And my dad was sleeping
We would walk down to Your house speaking