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OUR SHEPHERD'S FLOCK We are the chosen ones God's daughters and His sons As sheep in a pasture wide spread in vast land We all roam alone but together we stand For what is right and comes from pure love Can only be heard from someone above Our Shepherd's voice we know it well But just who is listening is somtimes hard to tell
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