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Biscayne Bay | ||
| Morning breaks upon the bay. Chiming bells are quick to say: "Watch the vessels cruising past; Life goes by, but not too fast." Birds are soaring where they wish, Maybe hunting for a fish. When the sun escapes its shroud All creation sings aloud Of the gold upon the bay, Prompting one to smile and pray. | ||
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