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| Come, O Lord, and fill my heart. Help me always do my part. Help me soar to heights anew Never doubting what I do. As I mark each passing year May new butterflies appear. Though I'm growing surely old, I can still have visions bold. Things are more than what they seem If I only pause to dream. | ||
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