The world is beautiful—All day I've thought aboutThe beauty of the world,—'Twas woven in and outThe texture of the day.Like petaled flowers upcurled,About each thought it shone—The beauty of the world—A gracious light it seemed.Day has its pennant furledAnd still the light shines on—'Tis true, I have not dreamed—The world is beautiful.
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