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| Hear the birds among the trees Singing out their morning son. It is wafted o'er the breeze, Light and bright and yet so strong. Are they calling to their mate, Telling her that all is well? Maybe they just celebrate, Telling all they want to tell. We can sing as well today, In our actions and our voice! Banishing the cares away, Showing all that we rejoice. | ||
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