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94 • WHAT EuLAuLAH HEArS (ALTErNATE TAKE) Before I knew his name, Singing is out, he says. I loved his song like raised voices, hear him sing if he doesn’t let the world. I can pray all day, but that boy is crazy, like outgrown clothes in attics of dust. I have never met someone so blessed yet so afraid, too bright for a back to turn. It is written in him, 95 • not by or on. Words are meant to be discarded, discovered years later to share the gifts God gave. So many Sundays rocking the choir holy the proof, not the keys. He gives that freely. ...

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