Paradise
Where the trees point to the blue clean sky,
where green surrounds every inch of land in sight,
I see miracles that disregard odds.
And I think that there is God
in every three,
in the warm sunlight,
and even in the stars at night.
Where the trees point to the blue clean sky,
where green surrounds every inch of land in sight,
I see miracles that disregard odds.
And I think that there is God
in every three,
in the warm sunlight,
and even in the stars at night.
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