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If God took the time to breathe such beauty upon you, and gave you free reigns to fly amid the morning's dew; imagine how beautiful we must be in His eyes, when we're on our knees and He hears the heart cry. Cry, cry now, O heart of memories long, and He will come and lift you up, and one day take you home. Lyrics: R Rivers RN
"My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather." Especially in the morning before you have looked outside...it's a guarantee that the sun is already shining!