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Changes by Craig Robinson As I consider the dreams of the past I realize they don't possess the things that last Sure it'll be great to hit a series winning home run And playing 162 games would be fun But soon I'd realize how I'd forsaken the Son Forsaken Him for fun How much more fulfilling will my life be To live for the man who died on a tree…for me |
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