my father loves all his sons.
he owns a thousand cattle on a hill.
he leaves the ninety-nine to find the one.
my father loves all his sons.
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Oh god. me and kayln sang a duet for our christian school choir. it was called "the whipperwill." "I own the cattle on a thousand hills, I write the music for the whipperwills, control the mountains with their rocks and frills, I own the cattle on a thousand hills." It was a tragically delightful performance. I like your words better. I like that your words are more frequent than before.
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