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Worth by Kathleen Higham Worth Deep sigh Up high Taste dirt Hurt Time lost Pain cost Someone calling Falling Miracles come Lucky some Gifted one Done Still here Touch fear Courage meets Retreats Your worth At birth Not measured Treasured You are By far The best Rest When healed Then revealed Won't hide Ride Maybe not God sought Courage meets Retreats |
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