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| High above the tree of green Proudly waiting to be seen Wave the blossoms red as fire! Surely they our hearts inspire. When the gentle morning breeze Comes to serenade the trees They emit a happy sigh, Dancing to and fro up high. God has put them there to be, Signs of hope for you and me! Signs that He is true and real And is waiting our appeal. | ||
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