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The Gift

You placed the sun up in the sky
You lit the world up for my eye
A map, you showed me where to go
Your faith it flurried round like snow
I planted that faith in the sand
I cultivated barren land
At times I wonder if you knew
That from that faith a beanstalk grew
The climb enabled me to see
The giant at the top was me
So to my doubts I gift a wreath
Your gift to me was self belief
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