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Where Meadows Bloom With Clover

Where meadows bloom with clover and fragrance fills the air.
Where daisies drape the landscape, I am beckoned there.

Where willows shed their tears and drift away.
As trees change their hues, I will feel not dismay.

Where the sun is golden, above mountain peaks.
It sparkles like diamonds, on flowing creeks.

Each echo that's heard, is sent from God above.
And within each echo, is the essence of His love.

This beauty is painted, with a brush of angels hair.
And each stroke that is made, is made with love and care.

Let me rest within this beauty, throughout the span of time.
Please let this paradise, someday be mine.

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