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| As sure as the sunlight softens the hills and streams glide by with silk feathered songs As strong as the dance of the butterfly's soul And pure as the light of the dawn Glistening jewels of soft summer prayers The tip of God's mountain, kissed by the sun And rivers of heaven still nestled in faith The journey of many, for One |
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| In the dreams of the heart, there is no path too long. There is no mountain too high. The truest faith we hold within sustains us through all fears, through all pain. The winds may rise against us in our journey. The rains may beat within our tired souls. But in the end we will conquer all. And we will begin by conquering ourselves. |
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