
It’s a sitting back,
Shoulders relaxed,
Lungs contract at the simple fact…
You have been with me each day that is done,
And you will be with me each day that will come.
It’s a sitting back,
Shoulders relaxed,
Lungs contract at the simple fact…
You have been with me each day that is done,
And you will be with me each day that will come.
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