What do you see when you look at my wings.
Is it the loveliness it brings?
Or is it the symmetric loops,
That on each pedal smoothly swoops?
Is it the veins that runs each strand?
I've been told everything is Mystic and Grand.
I've been told everything is Mystic and Grand.
What every you see in me I thank you to know,
It's with God's gentle hand that gave me what I have you to show.
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