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Never ent dy bassle White dy Stravaegin Nae mair hanvaegin I hae a böl fur dee tae linn deesel athin Whaar du'll be elwis sained Is du clare fur dis? A place whaar da bellin hert is made hael and da siggit hert is maed saft.
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Don’t heed your struggle, Stop your wandering, No more procrastinating. I have a resting place for you, To rest yourself in, Where you will always be blessed. Are you ready for this? A place where the festering heart is made whole, And the hardened heart made soft.
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