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Solar Power | ||
| I like it but when days are long My vigor seems to grow. I feel that I am hale and strong No matter where I go. When solar power touches me It is a joy to work. I feel that I am light and free, And never duty shirk. I love the golden beaming rays Although at times they're hot. I'll give the Lord unceasing praise And sing more times than not. | ||
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