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| There's a luminosity In the light that comes to me. Clear, diaphanous it flows, Putting on fantastic shows. Dust is dancing in the light, Tiny creatures in their flight. Trees and flowers like the sun Even though they cannot run. Light can lift our spirit high So that we new things will try. 'Tis a gift from God above, One more proof of His great love. | ||
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