The eagle soars high,
in the evening sky,
looking for super,
with it's keen eyes.
The eagle,
moves it's mighty wings,
to climb,
a little higher,
so it can glide,
for many miles,
down the valley,
so it will not tire.
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COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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