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Through all the trees in forest, copse and wood
Through all the trees in forest, copse and wood
by Avis Palmer
Through all the trees in forest, copse and wood, Through Autumn leaves and Spring held in the bud, We see your beauty, know that it is good; Alleluia, Alleluia. When trees are still upon a Summer's day, Gazing, we sense the grace which they convey, And contemplating find we're ta…
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