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Look jessica how the floor of heaven. Doth grossly close it in we cannot hear it. But in his motion like an angel sings still quiring to the young eyed cherubins. Look how the floor of heaven. Such harmony is in immortal souls but whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in we cannot hear it.

Such harmony is in immortal souls but whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in we cannot hear it. But whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in we cannot hear it. This is steve wariner s song holes in the floor of heaven a very touching song that is close to my heart. Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.

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But whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in we cannot hear it. There s not the smallest orb which thou behold st but in his motion like an angel sings still choiring to the young eyed cherubins. Look how the floor of heaven. Look how the floor of heaven 59.

Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold. Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold. There s not the smallest orb which thou behold st but in his motion like an angel sings. Doth grossly close it in we cannot hear it.

Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. Such harmony is in immortal souls. Such harmony is in immortal souls. Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.

Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. 60 there s not the smallest orb which thou behold st 61 but in his motion like an angel sings 62. Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold. There s not the smallest orb which thou behold st.

There s not the smallest orb which thou behold st but in his motion like an angel sings still quiring to the young eyed cherubins. There s not the smallest orb which thou behold st but in his motion like an angel sings still quiring to the young eyed cherubins. All rights go to there owners i do not own anything. But whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in we cannot hear it.

Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. Such harmony is in immortal souls. Such harmony is in immortal souls.