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Fabiola De Armas' Poetry |
Choir
I joined the choir when I was five
I was young and naive, but I loved to praise my Lord
Singing makes me feel good and alive
I hit the notes until I had the best chord.
My voice is my instrument to praise my God
I feel my Lord blessed me with my voice
Even if people treat me as a cod
I still have the last word, it is my choice
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Grade 6
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Pinturas Fabiola De Armas • My Childhood • Choir • Daily life in cartoons • Prensa • Mi herencia hispana• Que rica vida |