The Seventh

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I have dreamed that my eyes have seen the lights of heaven.
Alike all sinners who walk this rocky road, though the cross is so heavy.
Complete and utter absence of this gloomy darkness that is present.
Where my soul finds relief, and still waters are so pleasent.
An untouched tree of Eden! With none left to be begging.
In the glory of the King who rested on the seventh.

Cra

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