Poetry

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I get up in the morning,
And I watch the sunrise.
I go about my every day chores,
And I look at the clear blue sky.

And Lord;
All I want'na do,
Is sing praises to you.

I plant a garden each springtime,
I watch it grow from day to day.
I listen to the rain when it falls,
And the wind when it blows.

And Lord;
All I want'na do,
Is sing praises to you.

I married and raised children,
And as I watched them leave home.
I recalled my formor days,
And everything that has come and gone.

And Lord;
All I want'na do,
Is sing praises to you

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