Woven Hand
Terre Haute
Flash your languageCovered on the shelf in dustThis street was once a creekOf a one Lord rule I trustDuly duly signedCora Cora CarterBorn of the fallIn a state of TexasPaid in full fort bliss1936terre terre hauteall be hollowhe takes his breathaway the four winds followwolves tied on stringsto his good words of promisethese are stones around the peoples neckwound on stringdrawn back sternthe arrow sings to whom it may concernTalihina boonIron road OklahomaIt is his spiritLetras de cancionesIt is his fruitIt is he who paint by numbersIt is his spiritIt is his fruitterre terre hauteall be hollowhe takes his breathaway the four winds followLord Jesuscome bestow beliefthe beauty of the finished workyou regard him not risenon the ancient horizonthink yourself too hardgo on cast your lotsterre terre hauteall be hollowhe takes his breathaway the four winds followIt is his spiritIt is his fruitIt is he who paint by numbersIt is his spiritIt is his fruitit is he who paints by NumbersJudges and Ruth
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