The Spider
A spider is weaving her web from the dust,
So perfect and shining her work of the hours,
God help us to make from the dust of our lives,
Songs woven with colors and fragrant with flowers.
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A spider is weaving her web from the dust,
So perfect and shining her work of the hours,
God help us to make from the dust of our lives,
Songs woven with colors and fragrant with flowers.