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SOONER than NOON

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Have you ever wished to have been born with a silver spoon?
It's going to be fine soon.
Just as night runs with the moon.
So shall we see a brighter noon.

How long shall we wait to smile?
As long as we can go the next mile.
And even if they cast the dice,
We hope on God who never dies.

Thus why anytime you pass by,
Never forget to say hi.
We do so not because we aren't shy,
But to lift the lonely person's spirit high.

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