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Bright Morning Star

Bright Morning Star

Bright Morning Star


Bright morning star arising
Day is a breakin' in my soul.
Oh where are our dear mothers?
They are sowing seeds of gladness.
Oh where are our dear fathers?
They have gone on before us.
Oh how can I be lonely?
My friends are all around me.
Their loving arms surround me.
Day is a breakin' in my soul.

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