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Precious is My gold,
Deep within, it lies,
Purposed long ago,
To bring you to pure life.
Failure ne'er shall be, Trusting,
onward go,
This is your new Day,
My presence now to show.
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Copyright,
Robert Torango <robert.torango@nashville.com>