Queria viver

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    Queria viver
    In the world
    That my Father made
    For us to live
    In it feeling blessed
    Every single day
    AIso, we are happy
    That our Father
    Made the beautiful world
    With his holy hands
    For us to live in it
    And after our Father
    Made us
    With his holy hands
    He had placed us
    In his world
    We don't live alone
    In my Father's world
    We have friends
    That is also living in
    My Father's world
    AIso, he made the four season's
    For us to live in it
    Now we are living
    In the Winter
    This is the season we just
    Hate the most
    We are not happy
    That we must live through the Winter
    We don't like the Winter
    At all
    The temperature keeps changing
    Every single day
    And also we are afraid
    To end up with a flu
    Also we are sad that the
    Birds had migrated south
    For the Winter
    We have no idea
    When our Father will
    Bring back for us the Spring


    Queria viver
    In the world
    That my Father made
    For us to live
    In it feeling blessed
    Every single day
    AIso, we are happy
    That our Father
    Made the beautiful world
    With his holy hands
    For us to live in it
    And after our Father
    Made us
    With his holy hands
    He had placed us
    In his world
    We don't live alone
    In my Father's world
    We have friends
    That is also living in
    My Father's world
    AIso, he made the four season's
    For us to live in it
    Now we are living
    In the Winter
    This is the season we just
    Hate the most
    We are not happy
    That we must live through the Winter
    We don't like the Winter
    At all
    The temperature keeps changing
    Every single day
    And also we are afraid
    To end up with a flu
    Also we are sad that the
    Birds had migrated south
    For the Winter
    We have no idea
    When our Father will
    Bring back for us the Spring
     

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