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Reverie | ||
| In the stillness of the morn I can never be forlorn. I can let my spirit soar Through the window or the door. I can contemplate the past And the pleasures that did last. I can dream of what's to come When I hear a diff'rent drum. I can let the Spirit speak With some guidance that I seek. I shall ever grateful be For my morning reverie. | ||
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