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| On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross... |
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| my nature girl! |
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| Can you spot my girl? |
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| Mom, are you ready to go yet? |
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| I'll fly away, Oh Glory I'll fly away; (in the morning) When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away (I'll fly away) |
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| A glimpse of God's beautiful creation |
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