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The end
when he comes
the trumpets will
sing of my journey,
they will rejoice,
they will mourn
my life and my dreams.
they will speak of my errors,
slander my prideful...
the trumpets will
sing of my journey,
they will rejoice,
they will mourn
my life and my dreams.
they will speak of my errors,
slander my prideful...
