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13.A Winter sLove Song
As snow piles up.
My yearning for the Lord grows
And becomes a song of love.
Walking the paths of many valleys and curves,
I bore the sorrows and pains of life.
Yet in the bosom of the Lord's warm love.
They have blossomed as a light pink apricot
flower.
The winter night has deepened,
And the whole world is being colored white.
My song of love toward the Lord
Has bloomed as the white winter flower.
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