will
not 
give
 He's not here; he has risen!
up 
on
you!
Do not fear Sheoul, Death has died.
I
will
Spring time is a jubilance
it starts as a dull rumble
that ripples through the ground--then
creeps up through roots, leaves, vines, and
into flowers.  I sing for
winter has an end.  Alive!
not
give
up
on
you!
  -does not live on bread alone
I
 five loaves of bread and two fish
will 
not
give

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