My Son 
The Rescuer 
Sweet Butterflies 
Hey Rich Man 
When I Think Of You 
Blossoming Love 
 
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God's Property 
 
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  My son, I wish | 
  
 
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  I could take away your pain, | 
  
 
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  And wipe away your tears | 
  
 
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  That fall like rain. | 
  
 
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  To make your cloudy day bright, | 
  
 
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  And give you the rainbows end, | 
  
 
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  To make you feel at ease | 
  
 
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  And sleep peacefully through the night. | 
  
 
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  My son, it pains me so, | 
  
 
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  To see your tears, | 
  
 
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  Like a river flow, | 
  
 
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  Beyond the streams | 
  
 
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  Of pain and fear, | 
  
 
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  My son, I want you to know | 
  
 
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  That I am here. | 
  
 
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  copyright(c) 2001 Nina G Woods | 
  
 
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  The Rescuer | 
  
 
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  For you think there is no hope | 
  
 
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  When youre down and weary, | 
  
 
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  When you think you may not cope | 
  
 
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  As the days are more dreary. | 
  
 
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  When you think no one understands | 
  
 
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  And youre feeling all alone, | 
  
 
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  Your misery expands | 
  
 
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  Your heart is turning stone. | 
  
 
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  Just when you begin to trip | 
  
 
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  And youre going for the fall, | 
  
 
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  The Lords tender hand will grip | 
  
 
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  Because hes the best rescuer of all. | 
  
 
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  Nina Grace Woods (c) 2000 | 
  
 
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  Sweet Butterflies | 
  
 
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  Oh sweet butterflies | 
  
 
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  So carefree | 
  
 
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  And filled with grace, | 
  
 
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  So humble, no pride | 
  
 
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  In their face. | 
  
 
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  Exotic wings | 
  
 
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  That flutter by | 
  
 
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  Oh how I wish | 
  
 
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  I were a | 
  
 
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  Sweet butterfly. | 
  
 
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  Grazing on nectar | 
  
 
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  Roaming through | 
  
 
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  Fields of wild flowers | 
  
 
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  So peacefully, | 
  
 
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  Oh sweet butterfly | 
  
 
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  How precious your | 
  
 
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  Life shall be, | 
  
 
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  To enjoy Gods | 
  
 
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  Beauty so free. | 
  
 
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  Nina G Woods July 5, 2001(c) | 
  
 
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  Hey Rich Man | 
  
 
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  Do you know the feeling man, | 
  
 
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  Of scraping pennies of the street | 
  
 
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  To buy your children | 
  
 
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  A piece of meat? | 
  
 
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  I doubt that you care man, | 
  
 
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  With your slicked back | 
  
 
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  Royal hair, your shiny car, | 
  
 
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  Your precious wears. | 
  
 
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  Do ya know the feel | 
  
 
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  Of shivering through the | 
  
 
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  Dark cold night, | 
  
 
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  With out a hope of warmth | 
  
 
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  In sight. | 
  
 
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  Hey man, with | 
  
 
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  Your riches and gold, | 
  
 
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  Do you know what its like | 
  
 
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  To have a sick child to hold? | 
  
 
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  To hear her cries through | 
  
 
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  The agony of the cold night, | 
  
 
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  Her precious body | 
  
 
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  Shivering from fright. | 
  
 
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  Hey rich man, | 
  
 
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  Do you real y care, | 
  
 
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  That there are poor, starving | 
  
 
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  Children out there? | 
  
 
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  Nina Woods 2001(c) | 
  
 
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  When I Think Of You | 
  
 
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  When I think of you | 
  
 
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  My problems fade away, | 
  
 
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  The darkness disappears | 
  
 
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  And evolves into a sunny day. | 
  
 
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  When my world is falling apart | 
  
 
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  And tears stream down my face, | 
  
 
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  As long as you are by my side | 
  
 
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  I will win this life long race. | 
  
 
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  When I think of you, my love | 
  
 
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  The two of us under the stars above, | 
  
 
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  I feel ecstatic and complete, | 
  
 
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  My heart and yours | 
  
 
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  Not missing a beat. | 
  
 
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  Nina Woods (c) 2001 | 
  
 
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  Blossoming Love | 
  
 
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  He  planted the seed | 
  
 
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  With love and flare, | 
  
 
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  Magical fireworks exploded | 
  
 
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  In the frosty air. | 
  
 
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  Sweat and passion | 
  
 
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  Love galore, | 
  
 
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  Never ending | 
  
 
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  Wanting more. | 
  
 
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  Whispers of romance, | 
  
 
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  Petals of silk, | 
  
 
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  Thorns and thistles, | 
  
 
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  Nectar-like milk. | 
  
 
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  Leaves of desire, | 
  
 
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  Roots of love, | 
  
 
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  Core on fire, | 
  
 
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  Enriching sun above. | 
  
 
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  Rain falling upon us, | 
  
 
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  Wind making us chill, | 
  
 
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  Blossoming love never ending, | 
  
 
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  Our flower has bloomed | 
  
 
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  With a thrill. | 
  
 
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   Nina Grace Woods  2001(c) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | 
  
 
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