With The Great…

With the great morning

Comes the great you,

Sunshine of my day.

There is mo song more sweet,

No flower more sure,

No one thing that is more

Than the you I adore—

The one true sun I stand before

With happy hands and happy feet.

My happy hands meet happy hands,

My toes touch happy toes.

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