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God bless your Sunday
 


time to put the day to rest
knowing that you did your best

silence fills the yard instead
natures songs are put to bed

may your dreams be pure and sweet
till the sun rise comes to greet

another day, when nature sings
Sunday church bells soon will ring




















By girlsisy

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