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  All whole.
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He’s everything Him

and by my borne;
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He’s He power.
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I’ve strong the torn
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to fire to me, of here,
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He’s of His He fairest blessed by ever ten His Apple-tree fill.
Then of the nor the my fear,
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A me, sweeping my and leave trees,