Images, Words And Music by William Archer Valenti
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Red Ink God uses red ink. He doesn't write our lines, He only dares the pretension of correcting our lives and eventually even putting an ultimate grade on our hopes, dreams, and deeds. I'll fool him. I'll cut class.
Red Ink
God uses red ink.
He doesn't write our lines, He only dares the pretension of correcting our lives and eventually even putting an ultimate grade on our hopes, dreams, and deeds.
I'll fool him. I'll cut class.