| Breathing sunshine from the flowers,
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| A little wisdom from the leaves,
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| Carry comfort to the sad tree,
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| How the grass it did grieve,
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| There’s a moment we remember,
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| Its a feeling we face,
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| Take me down to that world of wonder,
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| Into the Garden of Grace
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| There’s a tree of temptation,
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| From the seed of despair,
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| We know all our attentions,
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| Are for the bodies we bare,
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| It’s a jungle to the gentle,
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| It’s a bed for the dead,
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| It’s a field full of reasons why
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| All the soldiers have bled.
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| A golden shaft full of sunlight
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| Recaptures my face,
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| And that angel up from heaven high,
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| Gave that Garden its' place
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| Go heaven hold me… |