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LOVE When we are in the valley low And the darkness seems to grow, We think another step we can’t take And all earthly shadows break; It is then that we see the love From above descending like a dove, So graceful and quiet and pure as snow, His love through us does flow– Pure and wonderful, gracious to all, From heaven to earth it does fall. Deborah Falter – 12/20/00
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