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His Name Is I Am the Creator

His name is I am, I am on the mountain tops were wild flowers live, in the blusish green villages were wild myrtle is born to grow, He is, He is, He is I am, awesome and divine He is he is were in forrests the wild berrys and wild fruit grow, he is first and last, he is he is I am in Wild Beauty or beautiful America, he is he is I am, in the flat lands of yellowish blue grass in the green green lands of US of A he is A In wild America the Wild Beauty, may the icly cold cold fringe World your flag wave on and on , on his Mountain tops for evermore Glory, Glory Hailaloula to old Glory Hailaloua to our awesome Beautiful America and his Lady of night of cold icly nights of World her flags wave on and on for he is here for our Glory hail to the Hail to our clouds Hail Hail to I am for divine means choice or to some chance. year 2007 the icly cold World by Diane Henning

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