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God sits on a chair
God sits on a chair
Our minds are like crows
Our minds are like crows
I must have time alone in which to mull
I must have time alone in which to mull
This cup holds grief and balm
This cup holds grief and balm
if the doors of my heart ever close
if the doors of my heart ever close
I am made of stardust
I am made of stardust
No part of life is separate from me
No part of life is separate from me
To bless is to put a bit of yourself
To bless is to put a bit of yourself
I am listening
I am listening
Spring Flowers
Spring Flowers