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The moon that turns the tide
Believe in all the things you see The light that lights the world Believe in all the things unseen That man has not unearthed
The seeds that grow to fill a field The wonders of the night The stars that glow to fill the sky The moon that turns the tide
The beauty of stone circles The purpose of Stonehenge A prayer said in an empty church Is one as good as ten?
Belief is all we're left with When the final chips are down Let faith work all your wonders And you'll not go far wrong
©Joseph G Dawson
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