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Dear Lord and Father of Mankind" is a hymn with words taken from a longer poem, The Brewing of Soma by American Quaker poet John Greenleaf Whittier. In the United Kingdom, the hymn is usually sung to the tune "Repton" by Hubert Parry. In the US, the prevalent tune is "Rest" by Frederick Charles Maker.
I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine .
I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it. pours, it rains, it pours. My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain They know it's me, the hat and the shades They heard my voice and they ran to the stage My Vans, my braids, my mans, my babes My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left The way I stepped out the car, that's a flex Give thanks, get fresh, praise the. Lord then finesse, bless.
Five sets of Lockhart books! .
Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everythin. .Evil-looking masks stared down from the walls, an assortment of human bones lay upon the counter, and rusty, spiked instruments hung from the ceiling. Even worse, the dark, narrow street Harry could see through the dusty shop window was definitely not Diagon Alley. The sooner he got out of here, the better. Harry looked quickly around and spotted a large black cabinet to his left; he shot inside it and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through. Seconds later, a bell clanged, and Malfoy stepped into the shop.
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