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SUNSHINE.
Who loveth not the sunshine? oh! who loveth not the bright
And blessed mercy of His smile, who said, "Let there be light"?
Who lifteth not his face to meet the rich and glowing beam?
Who dwelleth not with miser eyes upon such golden stream?

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