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And when the sun had absorbed the dew
And left the roses all pretty and new.
It was then I could see the hand of God
For the beauty he created had left me agog.
We do not know what heaven will be like
But He promised it would be very unlike
Things we could imagine in our sight.
O lover may we all witness this delight.
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