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| High above the valley floor, We are sitting, looking o'er On a peak so very high We have come to touch the sky. There are clouds stretched at our feet And the air is dry and sweet. Flowers bright adorn the way And the sun has come to stay. It was toil to scale the peak And our legs are feeling weak. But we're closer now to God For the steps that we have trod. | ||
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