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[title] => Nature's Band
[time] => 2014-03-04 17:36:12
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I stand high on cliffs edge
Below me the drumming of the waves
They crash in foamy brilliance
Music which my heart saves
Wind blows gently on my face
It rustles through my hair
A moving tranquil place
Removing all despair
The sound of the surf calls to me
As high above its chorus I stand
I feel ever closer to God
As I listen to natures band
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