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The windows
of the cabin,
Cast a lovely
golden glow.
The moonbeams
dancing softly,
On the
freshly fallen snow.
Out from the
woods a doe steps,
And holds her
head up high.
The gentle
breeze that's blowing,
Makes the
pine tree's branches sigh.
The solitude
of the winter night,
The beauty of
the deer.
Reminding us
of God's Sweet Love,
That's ever
drawing near.
Mary M.
Alward Copyright (c) 2001
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