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| There's a waterfall up high, Where the forest meets the sky, Shooting down a weathered rock Where the hikers like to flock. When they rinse beneath its spray All their cares are washed away. As it bounces off their head There is nothing to be said, Save to glorify the Lord! May His name be e'er adored! For creating such a place To delight the human race. | ||
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