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| Serenade each newborn day As a chance to find your way. Through the pathways ripe with choice So that you can well rejoice At the options wisely picked, Glad that you were never tricked. Praise the Lord for choices clear! May the doubts all disappear. Find a way to do your thing So your footsteps keep their spring. God will grant serenity For the things that are to be. | ||
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