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| Oh, how I wish that I could be Content in every place and time. One shouldn't fight his destiny Nor crave a diff'rent road or clime. These are the best of times, it's true, If I would only mark them well. There's no excuse for feeling blue Nor on the bygone days to dwell. I'll praise the Lord for all that's here And not bemoan whate'er is not. No need to shed a wistful tear. I'm thankful for the things I've got. | ||
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