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It matter not how bruised up the seed looks in the ground,
God only appreciates the struggle,
It's only when she's in full bloom that true beauty appears,
In times passed we all have brought what the devil was selling
Whether it was to place blame, call names or make claims
until we learnt better
But until the seed sees and feels the glory of the sun
It'll never truly believe there's beauty beyond the cold dark ground.

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Robert Anthony James

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