Dove of the milk and honey,
Pours from within as the sea stands near,
Over rolling hills of illumined grace,
The voice of an angel speaks sincere,
With nature's love a fallen heart,
Is healed with clouds that whisper by,
Enchanted within, enchanted without,
As the mountains soar beyond the sky.
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