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| Waves are softly rolling in! Foamy crests that rise and fall. No one knows just where they've been, But they've chosen here to call. Shells are broken on the beach By the water and the sand. There's a lesson they could teach If we try to understand: All our treasures will be lost And our bodies will decay. Yet your souls will not be tossed; They have found God's holy way. | ||
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