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| It is hard to contemplate Whither blow the winds of fate. Like the graceful swimming swan One day we'll be moving on. If we trust the Lord above, And the greatness of His love, All our problems will be few And we'll know just what to do. Let us live each day the best! Never fretting for the rest, Knowing that when troubles loom They may not yet mean our doom. | ||
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