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leaves crumble turn to dust vibrant color lost to memory but the tree blooms new every cycle just look at the buds... know that god holds every moment lost, imagined, hoped for, untouched that is all you have to know you are recorded in the hall of dreams
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Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC
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leaves crumble turn to dust vibrant color lost to memory but the tree blooms new every cycle just look at the buds... know that god holds every moment lost, imagined, hoped for, untouched that is all you have to know you are recorded in the hall of dreams
find a new leaf a fresh green sprout promising colors you've never seen
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Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC
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