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I am chasing after dreams,
With a gift God gave to me.
He allows me to write words,
That I have in memories.
He put them in my mind,
For me to recall.
He sends the prettiest words,
That I ever saw.
Chorus:
I know it's God's gift,
And I thank him for it.
Without my memories,
There's so much I'd forget.
The words flow out to me,
And come so easily.
I don't know what I've done,
To write the words I see.
I didn't know of God's gift,
Until a girl led me there.
Now everyone finds words,
Written everywhere.
Chorus:
I know it's God's gift,
And I thank him for it.
Without my memories,
There's so much I'd forget.
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