efface the footprints in the sand
and as we walk, the moon of grace
shows me pleasure in your face.
The gentle stars, with beams of love
rejoice with me, friends from up above
They look down upon us from so far away
a heavenly blanket where under we lay
The air comes and warms us with motives sincere
a gift for the children who all gather here.
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