The sun stretches and yawns
And its rays cast their warm glow
The first glow
Goldening the trees
Over a cool, fresh, bright blue sky
And they reeeeeeeeach—
They re-e-e-e-e-each and stre-e-e-e-e-etch
As the people awaken
To a brand new day—
Of brightly shining sunshine in the sky
They praise God
For the glorious morning
And for the beautiful bright
Sun
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