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Text: My baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me. When I was kissing on my baby, and she put her love down soft and sweet, in the low candle light I was free - Heaven and Hell were words to me. Each paragraph will be a test.

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