Truth be told, when all the noise is through, it all comes back to You:To You who made the water,
And You who made the sky,
And You who made the sunshine's rays dance before my eyes.
And to You, I ask my questions to, when I wonder, "Why?"
When I'm alone and my day is through,
no matter what has been and is to come...
It all comes back to You.
I love You...Thank You. -Your Little Pauline
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