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| "Golden Apple Tree" by Atlanta Marie Carrera |
I don't know what to do.
Dear Lord, Dear Lord,
I can't believe it's true.
Dear Lord, Dear Lord,
Make anger go away.
Dear Lord, Dear Lord,
Tell me what to say.
Dear Lord, Dear Lord,
Give strength from up above.
Dear Lord, Dear Lord,
Please fill our hearts with love.
Dear Lord, Dear Lord,
Their souls are now released.
Dear Lord, Dear Lord,
Help us to find some peace.
(written after the bombing in Boston)
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