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As I kneel and pray to thee, with eyes turned toward the skies I pray dear God, finish the job, so I won’t hear her cries She has been in agony, since early eighty three So please take her home with them and set her soul free I would trade places with her, if I really could Because she has suffered more than any human should She has been so good, and should be with you anyway So please dear God, let her go, and take her soul today |