| When the sun came up this morning I took the time to watch it rise.
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| As its beauty struck the darkness from the skies.
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| I thought how small and unimportant all my troubles seem to be,
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| and how lucky another day belongs to me.
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| And as the sleepy world around me woke up to greet the day,
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| and all its silent beauty seemed to say:
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| So what, my friend, if all your dreams you haven’t realized.
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| Look around, you got a whole new day to try.
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| Today is mine, today is mine, to do with what I will.
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| Today is mine. |
| My own special cup to fill.
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| To die a little that I might learn to live.
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| And take from life that I might learn to give.
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| Today is mine.
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| With all men I curse the present that seems void of peace of mind,
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| and race my thoughts beyond tomorrow and vision there more peace of mind.
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| But when I view the day around me I can see the fool I’ve been.
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| For today is the only garden we can tend.
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| Today is mine, today is mine, to do with what I will.
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| Today is mine. |
| My own special cup to fill.
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| To die a little that I might learn to live.
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| And take from life that I might learn to give.
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| Today is mine. |