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WE PLANT THE SEEDS,
IN THE EARTH,
CHOOSE THE FERTILE GROUND..
WHICH ONE WILL GROW BEST.
THE SOIL TURNED,
RICH..AND MOIST,
THE BEST THAT WE CONCEIVE.
THE WEEDS ARE PLUCKED,
THE SEEDS DO GROW,
TAKING ON A LIFE.
NURSED BY THE SUN ABOVE,
THE WATER FROM BELOW,
WITHOUT THEY CANNOT GROW.
A SEED OF FAITH,
A SEED OF DOUBT,
GROWING SIDE BY SIDE,
IT TAKES THE SAME EFFORT,
FORE THEM TO BARE THEIR FRUIT.
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TWO SEEDS
TWO SEEDS
