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WORDS OF COMFORTWell, hang in there 'cause I'll be gone soon I will be off to a distant shore So just hang in there all of you scoffers I will be gone soon for ever more
I won't be harvested by the Reaper since I belong to Almighty God He is a finder and He's a keeper He went and bought me with His Own blood
So do not worry My days are numbered I am decaying here as we speak It is too late now I am declining My body's sick and it's very weak
LARZ GUSTAFSSON 18/5 2021
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