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| Because The gentle breeze soft on my skin Where does it end and I begin? The morning sun upon my face Enfolds me in its warm embrace. The soothing rhythm of the sea Restores my soul to harmony. The charming glow of candlelight Warms my heart on a winter night. A little child's unfeigned love The very thing that hope's made of... All priceless gifts from God, you see Because He loves us, you and me. Copyright 12/98, Denise Corbley Snyder |
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