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Let the waves of life pass over
You will not be moved
Let the sun beat down
But it will not bring weariness to you
Though enemies will bring war against you
Your heart will know no fear
For the Lord is your strong tower
And laughter is your medicine of choice
You will dance in the spring time
Blooming like seeds planted in good soil
Love always, Esha
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