Her voice is the song of the wind.
So bright is that gleam of her grin.
She's dazzling and making me spin.
And good news of God does she bring.
Her Spirit's alive like a fountain,
Her smile is as bright as the sun,
Her kindness is great like the mountain,
Her will grows as I far as I run.
Like her there will not be another,
For she is as glad as can be.
Each day her good ways I discover.
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