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Birds within the forest green Are not likely to be seen. We can hear their pleasant call That can beckon and enthrall. We don't know if they are bright, For they're hiding out of sight. They are like the pleasant breeze That is rustling in the trees. We are sure that it is there, But we don't determine where. Thus the Holy Spirit thrives, Manifested in our lives. | ||
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