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O Here rises the morning sun!The grass sprouts for the sunrise;The trees dance as the wind howls;Primroses and Cowslips bloom with joy.  
The little things, the little things. 
"C'mon! You're alive, that should make it great!" He said enthusiastically.   I sighed and replied; "For most that is the case, for others, living simply means breathing."
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