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grace you haven't let me go yet although i've thought you might or you should, or any minute now we'd know the meaning of the last straw but this morning you were still there grace is new again i heard it in the wind heard it from a friend last night and felt it in the morning if you were more like me we wouldn't be having this conversation we wouldnt be sitting here laughing because you would have given up back at one of those times when i did but this morning you were still there grace is new again every morning we start again and you dont ever run dry or run out or run off

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