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Death came knocking at my door the other day.
It whispered, “Give up, quit trying, I don’t care.”
My hope I had seen hadn’t come over the rainbow the last few days.
When I came back from the other side I tried to pick up where I left off.
I’d just keep hoping and dreaming for that recurring hope
And that it would multiply into many hope seeds.
Planted all around me and then when I’m strong.
I’ll plant my hope seeds in other people to show them hope,
Planting plenty of hope seeds around in their hope garden.
And their hope garden will grow and sprout like me!
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