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| The Sun How fine the day has been! How bright was the sun... How lovely and joyful the course of his run. But he rose in a mist, when the day begun, And there followed some droppings of rain. But now the fair traveler's come to the west, His rays are all gold and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest... And foretells a bright rising again! -- Isaac Watts |
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| Like a tired, dusty road, I get weary from the load, Moving on, moving on; Like this old troubled earth, I've been roving since my birth, Moving on, moving on. 'Cause there's a place in the sun Where there's hope for everyone, Where my poor weary heart's gotta run; There's a place in the sun And before my life is done, Got to find me a place in the sun. |
| Music: A Place in the Sun Friday's Journal The Past Whispers - Home Old New Orleans |
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