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The Past That No Longer Remains It takes.
It breaks.
It unkindly breaks.
The waves crash hard,
upon my soul that weeps.
I cry to be free,
but the waves just won't have it.
It takes.
It breaks.
It unkindly breaks.
The waves crash hard,
upon my heart that bleeds.
I cry to be free,
but the waves just won't have it.
Till finally the hand of God,
reaches down for me,
and pulls me out.
Setting me free.
