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| My Soul | ||
| No – afraid that my soul will be hurt? | ||
| Friends, that’s more than she can! | ||
| I’ve got it made and created like this | ||
| right form my Lords hand. | ||
| And if what you call damage | ||
| comes inside my souls door, | ||
| Then be grateful, bless it, and be happy | ||
| as my soul is then more than before. | ||
| Haldis M. Vesaas – to English; AriZonaMoon |