Nature's Grace
The tittering birdsPerched so high
The hovering clouds
In the azure sky
The rolling river
Gently flowing by
None can compete
With you, my sweet
The glowing sunlight
So high above
The shining purity
Of a white dove
The warming graces
Of nature's love
None can compare
To you, my fair
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