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One spring day I became aware
of music floating in the air from high atop my apple tree song birds were singing joyously I never heard a strident note they sang a song the Master wrote I felt my sorrows slip away listening to their song that day No one has ever sung for me a song in greater harmony I began to appreciate all things God made both small and great the song of man can never be as grand as Natures' Symphony
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