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Praise is becoming to the upright. Give thanks to the Lord with the lyre; Sing praises to Him with a harp of ten strings. Sing to Him a new song; Play skillfully with a shout of joy. Psalm 33:1-3
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Sing your songs, Find your peace above the clouds. Soaring with the wings that Only angel-cats have, Creating herself, Day by day. |