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Til I know My outer bow Clings by might My soul by fright Lost is not the thought I pull back my lot Kept by not Surrendered by fought
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Til I know My outer bow Clings by might My soul by fright Lost is not the thought I pull back my lot Kept by not Surrendered by fought
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