He is jealous for me.
Loves like a hurricane.
I am the tree.
Bending beneath
The weight of his wind
And mercy.
And, oh.
How he loves us so.
Oh. How he loves us.
How he loves us so.
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People annoy me. So I look to words, my camera, and my God.
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