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Death came with ƒpeed and ƒeized me whilƒt I in trouble lay; And with his dart did pierce my heart And took my life away. Angels immeadiatly came down with power from on high To guard my ƒpirit ƒafely home above the ƒtarry ƒky And now my ƒoul with angels fit Amongƒt the heavenly choir My walk and talk with Jesus is which was my ƒouls deƒire.
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