| Bright morning stars are rising.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| day is breaking in my soul.
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| Bright morning stars are rising.
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| the night is almost gone.
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| the sycamores are bending their branches to the dawn.
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| the wind sighs on the river.
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| the willows bend to pray.
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| and dawn is breaking gently upon a brand new day.
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| day is breaking in my soul.
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| Bright morning stars are rising.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| day is breaking in my soul.
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| Bright morning stars are rising.
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| the promise comes again,
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| that heals the broken hearted
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| that pleads our wars to end.
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| the silver moon light scatters like tears upon the lawn,
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| but eases sorrow.
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| we greet a bright new dawn.
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| day is breaking in my soul.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| day is breaking in my soul.
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| Bright morning stars are rising.
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| my soul is now renewed.
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| my love ones safe in heaven,
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| a better world in view.
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| and all our pain and pleasure,
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| our struggles to break free,
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| can lead us in this new dawn
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| to true serenity.
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| Day is breaking in my soul
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| Bright morning stars are rising.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| bright morning stars are rising.
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| Day is breaking in my soul. |