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The Earth is my Mother I shall not want Her hand brings forth the green pastures She tarries within the still waters She leads me in fields of fuitfulness for my Glory Yea, as I walk though the summer of life unto death I will not be afraid for You are with me Your womb in the earth will enfold me You prepare a havest before me and bless my home with children You fill me with milk and honey My cup overflows Surely, goodness and beauty will nurture me all the days of my life and I will become part of the earth forever by Karen Dzubur |
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