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Sounds of all that run through

The grounds outside

All that grows, all that’s wild

Outside

Sit in awe of all the mind can’t pierce

All that grows, all that’s wild

Divine

All of Creation softly sings

Nature is equal to peasants and kings

Prone to wander to cope with strife

Prone to wonder about all life

All that grows, all that’s wild

Divine

All of Creation softly sings

God is equal to peasants and kings