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To heal a soul and cure the blind
You need a field full of daisies, Painted an artist’s touch Stroked and intertwined, Seeds that grow in rows Opening as dawn begins, Sun rays in golden centres The poet’s dream answered, Compelled to write it down Words not yet found in time. To whom do we give praise While bowing our knee In this garden green? Christ breathes life Into nature and man, God's masterpiece Pronounced today, Devine scenery A secret he retains, Blind souls will be saved Healed intervention glorified, Come see the daisies in daylight.
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