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| The trees will sing with joy, they seem to be full of joy even as I am walking through. |
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| They give shelter, they play exquisitely with the suns light. |
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| They relieve the eyes of the hard forms of brick and concrete. |
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| They are a joy to my tired heart, a God-given place for worship and prayer. |
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