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| When a gentle humid breeze Wafts between the happy trees It can cool our sweaty brow And a grateful smile allow. Sitting here in paradise We admire the flowers nice And the chirping of a bird, Singing so it can be heard. Trees of yellow and of red Give us cause to raise our head. Praise the Lord, who made this place, Showing us His lovely face. | ||
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