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Higher than any kite you
fly
High and higher into the
sky
By a string let out by you.
Your pride says what to
do.
Child so so full of yourself,
No one can bring you down,
But you forget the string
is mine.
You will crash upon the
ground.
Obadiah 1-21 Included in the Parade
of
Prophets 1 collection. |
