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in my hand rests the sun
In my hand rest the sun,
So when I close my palm
Night falls,
Thru my veins runs water,
Slice me and discover streams of,
Mystic springs life giving as I bleed
Not meant for the long stay
Rather my life was a life built to affect other lives
In my demises,
So as I parish the sun will rise,
From my open palm,
Shedding light on a forsaken child
Baring fruit from there baron fields
Providing reason to live
Open a path clearly lit,
Although still a mystery in its intent
This is my gift,
As a river bleeds,
The sun will rise,
This is my gift in the event of my demise
You will see just watch there eyes . . .
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"No bodies going to love me like me so i'm a soul provider" Joe Buddens
"So for all you wana be's who's attitude is shitty God don't like ugly but he aint to fond of pretty neither" Lyfe Jennings
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