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I have heard the
morning song
of young flowers,
as they sing their
praises so true

I have seen the dance
of a honeybee, as he
danced his dance
of love for You

I have seen the clouds
in their great beauty as
they would gently paint
your skies

And Lord in my heart
I never tried to reason,
for I knew all of the
reasons why

For all that lives each
day will sing to You a
song of joyful praise

As they know that when
tomorrow comes, they
like yesterday may just…
fade away.

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