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We’ll praise our maker while we’ve breath,
And when our words are lost in death,
Praise shall employ our nobler powers:
Our days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
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LYRICS
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 1010 |
echo ' | ';
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