Awakening
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Four walls of cinder, form the center, of my four square. A cornerstone for a locker, to my anywhere. And though I've traveled far around, the bedpost in that room; I can shake not the forsaken to my womb. Althought it was forescore and twenty; and a moon or two ago, the trouble is when I hear "let-go!" Now Jesus He never left me, I know this to be true! But my reasonings, are the dicker, and my memories the blue. Gazing in now, I can see my own trance; For he is a man now and that is recompense!
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