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Look at this flower,
I can see God's artistic hand, I can feel His undisputed power, As it lies gently on the land. It is impossible to measure, What this beauty is worth, It's creation provides a treasure, To adorn the mother earth. I look at the clarity, The flower is so pure, There simply is no parity, And God is here I'm sure.
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