The cold morrow,
The chirping sparrow,
All with a purpose all aglow.
Meet the grace as pure as snow,
Heaven above, earth below,
How heavy the burden may seem,
When with the wind it blows,
The harvest that we reap,
We also did sow.
-Cedar
The chirping sparrow,
All with a purpose all aglow.
Meet the grace as pure as snow,
Heaven above, earth below,
How heavy the burden may seem,
When with the wind it blows,
The harvest that we reap,
We also did sow.
-Cedar
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