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And the jingles that will be heard

Will be the sheep of the Lord,

Walking serenely through the divine meadows,

Guided by the hand of the Shepherd.

Each sound, an echo of faith,

Of souls that follow without fear,

For they know the voice that calls them

And trust in His love.

Beneath the vast and starry sky,

They walk the secure path,

And even in the shadows of the valley,

They feel protected by pure love.

The jingles are songs of hope,

The gentle sound of devotion,

For in the pastures of the Lord,

There is peace and redemption.

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