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The wasteland where the wildflowers blow

And desert souls receive the gifts of grace

Not planned, planted, ploughed nor harvested

By human hands they grow and show your face.


I thank my father for you every day

Who gave me everything there is to give

You showed forth his face and made his hands

Embrace me with a love no other knows.


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