O. dear Lord, hear my plied prays.
Seal the fall into disgrace.
Guide her path to silver mile.
Let them deeply breathe, awhile.
Heal my wounds, destroy disease.
Send me wisdom in reprise.
Turn the mountain into flames.
Hid from all our leads, remains.
ШФ4. Hear my plied prays
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