Written on September 25, 2025
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Each of my limbs is meant for adorning With beautiful lights and jolly decorations Ribbons flow around me, never warning This is the time when love touches in sensations I still remember the joy of the squirrels and birds When I lived in the forest, beside the oaks I love For the ache in my heart, there are really no words But I must sacrifice my quiet life for the One above He is worth more than many of my green hands I am only one of this Jesus’ many fans!
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