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Beauty | ||
| So many things of beauty Line our path on every side. 'Tis a joy to do our duty And set ugly things aside. Blossoms bright and trees of green, Smiling faces on our way. 'Tis a tranquil, pleasant scene, Making labor seem like play. Money cannot buy you peace, Though you hoard and stack it high. Helping others gives release. If you don't believe it, try. | ||
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