J-ust take a good look
A-round every passing day;
S-o many things you see,
M-aking you find the right way.
I-n the sky up above, the sun hides behind the cloud;
N-umerous men come and go as the eyes watch the crowd.
M-ountains, hills and trees
E-ach day they stand high;
L-et your eyes behold the Lord,
I-n fifteenth morn of July.
T-he morrow shall come,
A-fter the night goes away;
N-ew lessons you shall learn,
T-ake a look around
E-very day.
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