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| birds singing |
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| riotous color spilling out everywhere the eye can see |
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| a place to sit and hang with friends |
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| a still quiet garden to meditate and reflect |
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| while sweet fragrance fills the air and my senses |
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| my Secret Garden always |
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| leads me to the cross and the Creator who loved me so much that He sacrificed |
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