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Almost Gone
Between the pride of life and plain old common sense an evil lies in wait to tear down our defense. - And then in helpless state will leave the lustful eye to finish off what's left of what is you and I. - Almost gone completly the flesh will then succeed in isolating us from what we really need. - Who can seperate us from all these ills and strife except the one who gives new meaning to our life.
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