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If you just look at a tree,
And all its beauty,
You can clearly see
It was no accident.
No accident of mine
Was ever that fine.
Even the vine,
Crawling upward in a curvey line,
Is so intricate.
It was no accident.
Pick a flower,
And as the bugs cower,
You can see,
It was no accident.
Look at the world around you.
Can't you see to Whom the credit is due?
I look at the world around me,
And I see
It was no accident.
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