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In the past few days, I've been thinking a lot about people, and who we are as a group. I've been remembering the happy feeling of being with my own people,
in my own country. Is it just me, or is it when we are not with our own people, and in most cases, our own countries, that we are not really quite as
happy?
-eendje
You said when you'd die that you'd walk with me every day
And I'd start to cry and say please don't talk that way
With the blink of an eye the Lord came and asked you to meet
You went to a better place but He stole you away from me
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