You are a pattern of God Whose grace created life Blessed I am who found That beauty in your eyes Tell me of all the kind years As well as those of sorrow For I will catch every tear And keep them from tomorrow
Happiness is like a crystal Fair, equisite and clear Broken in a million pieces Shattered, scattered far and near Along lifes path some shinny fragments fall But there are so many pieces Will we ever find them all?
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