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It kills me that you are still counting the faces in this lonely little forest.
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A reading from Psalms 141:1
- A Psalm. Of David. - Lord, I have made my cry to you; come to me quickly; give ear to my voice, when it goes up to you.
— Psalms 141:1 (en_bbe)
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Give ear to my voice.
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