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Created on: March 20, 2008
Thunder and rain
hurtful words dont matter
I choose to forgive
I dont think on them
anymore they are gone as if never spoken
as far as the east is from the west
God
forgives my sins
how can I hold yours against you then
I cant
I bless you and you are free
and I am free
a rainbow reaches across
a sunny sky free of clouds
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