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I'm truly very unbearably apologetically sorry, I have but poetic or no ways to squeeze my illiterate sadness out. Forgive me.

O' coarsened ground complete, what predicament have you for me that will me deplete?

I have truly problems which mouth conveys nil, O' burden in my heart weigh, lord do please my burdens share.

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The works that are done goes delicate on your hands, and the diligence in work brightened by your heart, falls never apart.

“The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O LORD, endures forever— do not abandon the works of your hands.” (Psalm 138:8)

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"I love you, so much no philosophy can defy,
And this love is heaven's approval,
As said, though the world can die,
That this love is timeless, and has no removal."