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Something New | ||
| Sky of blue, air not cold: I don't mind I'm growing old. Every day brings something new, Something else for me to do. When I see a toddler's smile, Full of charm and lacking guile, I am lifted off my feet To a reverie that's sweet. When I see a flower bright Like a beacon in the night It inspires my heart to sing, Thanking God for everything! | ||
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