STREET STARS
Over my town there's light
Over yours, a dark field
Over my God's heavenly night
Over you my spirit to yield
The blessings of the rainbows
The blessings of the sunrise
The blessings of my God who knows
The blessings behind my brown eyes
Yeah, she's going to treat you
Yeah, yeah, all over your grace
Yeah, she's going to meet you
Yeah, yeah, right here at this place.
8/5/2006 2130 cj
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