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This is how it works... You're young until you're not... You love
until you don't... You try until you can't... You laugh until you
cry... You cry until you laugh....... No, this is how it works...
You peer inside yourself... You take the things you like... And try
to love the things you took... And then you take that love you
made... And stick it into someone else's heart... And walking arm
in arm... You hope it don't get harmed... But even if it does...
You'll just do it all again Psalm 91 He who dwells in the shelter
of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will
say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I
trust." Surely He will save me from the fowler's snare and from the
deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under
his wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your
shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the
arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the
darkness, A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your
right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe
with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you make
the Most High your dwelling even the Lord, who is my refuge then no
harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For He
will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your
ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not
strike your foot against a stone. You will tread upon the lion and
the cobra; You will trample the great lion and the serpent.
"Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will
protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and
I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver
him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him
my salvation."
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