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Morning has broken, like the first morning |
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Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird |
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Praise for the singing, praise for the morning |
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Praise for the springing fresh from the world |
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Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven |
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Like the first dewfall, on the first grass |
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Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden |
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Sprung in completeness where his feet pass |
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Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning |
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Born of the one light, eden saw play |
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Praise with elation, praise every morning |
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God's recreation of the new day |
