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| Roses come in every hue, White or yellow, red or pink. Petals catch the morning dew, Causing one to stop and think! Why is all this beauty here? Are they glowing just for me? They are growing without fear, Being what they're called to be. Praise the Lord for every bloom, Giving us a happy heart. They can banish doubt and gloom, Prompting us to do our part. | ||
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