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And it shall come to pass, saith the Lord (Oh,
my.), there will be a land where's a lot of
evergreen growing. Rocks will be lapped
together. A little boy with a crock haircut,
little pantywaist buttoned up here, and his
feet--his stockings pulled up high. He'll have
brown eyes; they'd be turned back. He'll be
killed in an automobile accident. But you lay
your hands upon him, and he'll come back to
life.'
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