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Beacon Twinkles While Skin Wrinkles and More

Beacon Twinkles While Skin Wrinkles Beacon that we are under twinkles, And as I do get older skin wrinkles; Die each day; Pass away; Now on my grave water sprinkles. Jim Horn Mind Mixed Up In a Blender What would happen if I should surrender, My mind had been mixed up in a blender; Now equal; Saw sequel; Did end up meeting God in His splendor. Jim Horn

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