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The Circle of Life
From the earth do we come To the earth we must go But the soul is eternal And continues to grow. The rivers will run And the flowers will bloom But the soul will escape The walls of the tomb. The oceans are mighty And the heavens are vast All nature recycles But the soul-it will last. If you’ve given of your beauty And given of your love Then the souls you have tended Will soar like a dove. Soar to the heavens The home of all life Soar to the Father Free of earth’s strife. Blessings be yours All kindness and love – Blessings be yours From the Father above. June 8, '08
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