Promises for the Poor
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Morning brings the light Sometimes bright Seasons change over time They flow like a rhyme Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall As time turns, we call Call on the name above every name For we
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The air, frigid and howling, stirred the Yukon River. We watched from inside the main hall, anxiously anticipating the arrival of the rest of our crew. Sideways, sleet-like rain left streaks on the panes as
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