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EThe summer G#mbreeze made rippAles on the ponBd
ERatlled through theG#m leaves and the wilAlow trees beyBond
DDaFmddy in his Bgood hat Amomma in her sunday Edress
DWaFmtched with pride as i sBtood there in the wAater up to my
Echest
And DthFme preacher spoke aAbout the cleansing Eblood
DI Fmsank my tAoes into that Eeast tennesse Bmud
AEnd it was G#mdown with the old mDanFm
Aup with the neEw rDaiFmsed to wEalk in the way of liAght and trButh
DdiFmdnt see no aAngels just a Efew saints on DshFmore
but i Afelt like a neBw born baEby cradled Aup in the aBrms of
the lEord
THE WIND THERE WAS DINNER ON THE GROUND MY SINS WHICH WERE MANY WERE WASHED
AWAY AND GONE ALONG WITH A BUFFALO NICKEL I FORGOT TO LEAVE IT HOME
bUT THAT SEEMS LIKE SUCH A SMALL SMALL PRICE TO PAY FOR THE BLESSED PEACE OF
MIND WHICH CAME TO ME THAT DAY
This rDoaFmd is long and dAusty sometimes a sBoul it must be
Ecleanesd and i long to feel that wDatFmer rushin Aover me Bagain
EDFmAB
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