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When the slow wave creeps into your sight,
A blue-tinged blanket of reflected light,
Or a cloud shyly peeps the sun's own face
But in your reverie, leaves no trace;
Or a lightning torch x-rays the sky,
It's echoed voice like a rumbled sigh;
When trees wave graceful, arching arms
And the breeze unleash it's earnest charm:
It's angels I've sent, you understand
Of the wind and sky, the sea and land
So knowing them, you'll not forget
That inside love lives no regret
Not for a moment; no matter how far
And so Earth sings, how beloved you are.
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