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What are our lifes but a blast? Our breaths soon depart, and then all our thoughts vanish, every affliction, every disease puts us in minde, that here is not our rest, here we have not an abideing citty. Revolutions of Providence; |
What Are our life's but a blast? Our breathes soon depart, and then all our thoughts vanish, every affliction, every disease puts us in mind, that Here is not our rest, Here we have not an abiding City. Revolutions of Providence; |
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