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Sacrifice
On the skull bore three trees Of no nature build Trees whose limbs shed blood And anger still On calmness among A silent savior lord he who has come to save The bridge to heaven A child cries, mothers weep Old men sorrow at the loss The curtin torn, the savior dead Only to rise again. |
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