Oh! what a beautiful new day it shall be.
Ether to fly as a butterfly or spring as a deer.
where neither any of my worries shall ever follow me there.
We shall seek that heavenly new day when one hand meets the other
and the lord shall take dry our last tear and forever feed us at the table
of undying love. Then the sleeper shall be awaking to a Heavenly new day.
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