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I think we need your help Lord God;
Fairly sure we do,
Sure as feet upon the sod,
Sure as coins be few,
We must concede the modern day is dim and dark, unclear,
For limits seem so far away, while close at hand is fear.
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I think we need your help Lord God;
Fairly sure we do,
Sure as feet upon the sod,
Sure as coins be few,
We must concede the modern day is dim and dark, unclear,
For limits seem so far away, while close at hand is fear.
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Wow! Very impressive, and imaginatively creative, translation feat!
Good advice Nathan - totally agree.
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